Tick Tock

I think anyone who knows me that if there is one thing I'm good at, it's beating myself up. Considering I'm pretty laid back on most things in life, I've never really understood why I get so mad at myself for making a social gaffe. I suppose it's partly why I'm quiet in new situations. In the words of Mark Twain, "Better to keep one's mouth closed and thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt".

A while back I vowed to fight those "Man, that was stupid" thoughts in my head. We all know that negative thoughts serve no purpose and I wanted to reduce their frequency in my head. For some reason, however, this fight came with a physical manifestation. As if shaking my head slightly would free the current thought lodged in my head. Not sure if it works or not, but the unfortunate side effect of this is that it's almost become a involuntary tic.

So now not only do I worry about calling you Alice when your name is Tim, I'm now scared you'll notice the convulsing that happens when I realize Alice is your dog's name.