Whether or not it’s a good thing, I’m a completely honest person. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Some might call it naivete, some might call it over-sharing, and others might just say I lack a filter.
But whatever—I often say things out loud that should stay inside my head. Like the absolute wrong thing. Or potentially insulting things. Or thoughtless things. Or musings.
Oh please. Tell me you don’t muse and I’ll call YOU a liar. But what you probably are better at than me is keeping your musings to yourself.
Unfortunately, sometimes my ‘musings’ sound a lot better in my head than when they hit people’s ears. When they hit the air, they just sound stupid.
Like in first year university, at my floor end of year banquet, they presented me with a pair of tie dyed boxers that they’d customized with the words ‘Lost in Space’.
I wore them a lot. Even though I’m not entirely sure they meant it as a compliment. But they were cute boxers.
But it wasn’t in first year that I said the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.
It was a year later.
When I was about 21 years old I was working at a summer camp and a bunch of us counsellors were on our day off. We were driving down a winding country road, and I was looking out the window (lost in space, as it were..) By accident, and innocently enough, not even out of a discomfort for awkward silence, which is often why I say things that I shouldn’t, I uttered a question that I’ll never live down.
I uttered a question that was completely misunderstood to the detriment of my reputation forever.
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It happened right after we passed a deer crossing sign, a feature which is completely normal in those parts.
I meant, How do they know where to place the signs for deer crossings?
I’m sure you’ll agree that’s a good question. An intelligent question. An honest question.
But not a question people will remember forever. Not the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.
And unfortunately not what came out of my mouth.
Unfortunately, I let my inside-my-head voice do the talking.
Unfortunately, I mused out loud.
How do the deer know when to cross the road? is what I said.