Friday, December 28, 2012

Foot in mouth.

Do you ever put your foot in your mouth?
Not just the toes but the whole huge foot, all the way up to the ankle. And you're sitting there with your foot flapping in your mouth looking the picture of stupidity.
This happens to me more often then not.
It just recently happened to me. I was talking with someone I don't know very well, but I greatly respect.
{this always makes me painfully prone to putting my foot in my mouth. I always over-analyze what} {to say, till I'm so confused I don't know the right words from the wrong words}
"I never regretted something
I didn't say."
{I think that's how the quote goes by Abraham Lincoln...}
True words.
Unfortunately I'm never sitting here NOT regretting what I didn't say, I'm usually sitting here regretting what I did say.
Feeling that I'm an awkward fool with so much yet to learn...
A pretty accurate feeling about myself.


  1. :-(
    Well, I think you are poised with grace!!

  2. On the bright side, a foot in the mouth tends to create a distaste for shoe leather. At least a sort of caution the next time around.

    But then other words float out and I know EXACTLY what you mean. ("No! Words! What're you doing? Words, come back!")

    1. Words are kind-of like time. Once used, we can't get them back, though we wish badly we could.

      I'm sure glad you know EXACTLY what I mean. So I'm not the only one who puts my foot in my mouth...