What are you embarrassed to admit right now?
Post your answer in the LEAVE A COMMENT section below. Then scroll back up and see what I have to complain about. Or you can wait until afterward . . . I’m not the boss of you. You know what? Don’t write anything for all I care! But that’d be embarrassing.
. . .here are my thoughts.
What are you embarrassed to admit right now?
I admit it. I just poured myself a couple fingers of bourbon. I had opened the computer, read the above question, and immediately formulated the perfect answer. I’m talking full lead in, humorous quip there in the middle, then all wrapped up in a tidy little bow right at the end. So, I figured a bit of a preemptive reward was in order. You can probably see where this story is headed. We’ve all experienced the Doorway Effect, sometimes pawning it off as a brain-fart or early-onset dementia. You walk into the bedroom, flip on the light and have no idea what the hell you’re doing in there. Sometimes returning the way you came is enough to trigger your memory. Occasionally, though, the mission is forever aborted. I’ve read that maybe crossing through a doorway represents a hard reset for our brains, as if clearing its RAM in preparation for something far more important in the next room. It’s embarrassing to admit right now, but I forget what I was gonna write.
As much as I hate to admit it, I lost 5 golf balls today golfing. That isn’t the embarrassing part, the embarrassing part is that I didn’t care that I lost 5 balls and I played very crappy.
5 balls! What’s that, like $20 these days? Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.