SMotD - When the Moon Hits Your Eye

Do you ever get that short circuit feeling where you simply freeze because you know you can’t escape, but you simply cannot accept the horrible thing you just did, and you try to move on like nothing happened? This happened to me in 2002 and stays with me to this day.  Picture a boisterous NAT, in his environment, eatingpizza and talking loudly about his special interest and let your mind wander… :)

SMotD - Sarcasm is non-operational

Today’s Social Miscue comes from the first year of graduate school.  I was a know-it-all 22-year old.  I had studied my subject (history) with dedication since I was 12, and was passionate about facts, dates, places etc.  It certainly qualified as a “special interest”.  I had entered grad school in the hopes of becoming a professional historian.  I was so ready to share my love of history, and was anxious to involve myself in an older group of fellow lovers of history (average age of grad students in the department was around 28-29).  I met so many nice people, and they politely tolerated my sense of supreme confidence.  I tended to think (unconsciously) that if I just showed them how much I knew, they would all love me.  This was quickly and immediately demonstrated to be a very optimistic and erroneous assumption.