We're Only Human After All
The other night I was sitting at the computer, television on in the background, thinking and picking at my cuticles — a terrible, nervous habit. My world is on the verge of shaking up quite a bit and so, being the anal, control freak that I am, I get nervous. So I sat there a moment, thinking about my bad habits and character traits and bingo! A comment diversion is born. Control freak? Yes. Nervous? Sometimes. Are those my worst? Probably not.
Our bad characteristics or traits are part of what makes us the fallible and lovable humans that we are. By visiting Pajiba, we have admitted we are scathing and bitchy, have we not? What other secrets lie within or behind our black hearts? Are you a grinch? Do you snap like a twig at the slightest provocation? Take delight in breaking hearts? It’s confession time. I can’t give you absolution but, as they say, it’s good for the soul (if you have one).
I’ll start. It’s my mouth. My quick, thoughtless, regretful mouth. It likes to spit out words before my brain has thoroughly processed information, often to my chagrin. And you would think I have learned over the years to keep it closed; well yes, to some extent, but still my dear mouth still sometimes escapes me and I am left either being admonished by someone else or doing it myself. Many people might share this bad trait, but it is usually reserved for sharing with those who are closest to them (friends or loved ones). Not me! My mouth runneth over everywhere. I’ve been terribly lucky in that most of the time the result is just embarrassment. Two of my exceptionally bad moments were while in the military. One happened when I decided that receiving a medal for just doing my job was excessive, so I got pissy, mouthed off within earshot of my squad leader and walked around the corner to throw my medal in the garbage can. Ooh lordy, did I get dressed down in front of everyone. I think I can still feel my hot, red face. Another time, I was discussing with my Sergeant Major a possible move to another unit and I told him I didn’t want to go to one of the “stupid” companies. As soon as the word “stupid” left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. This time, it was the Sergeant Major’s face that was red; I’ll just leave it at that. But while I have gotten better and I literally try to think about keeping my lips tightly shut when I know I’m in a dangerous situation, my freewheeling mouth still gets me in trouble at times and I think it’s my worst trait. Now, spill it. What’s yours?