BINY karaoke bar in NYC, 2007
One girl sang every depressing, wrist-slitting Korean ballad under the sun.
I was both uncomfortable and annoyed.
+ Mock interviews. They make me more nervous than real interviews. My husband is an interview pro and has offered to help me prepare for interviews, but I just can't do it.
+ The word "panties." Underwear and undies are safe. Panties are not.
+ Seeing a parent spank his/her child in public. I know parenting is a really big gray area filled with varying opinions and personal choices, so I am in no position to tell others how to raise their kids, but I am not a fan of spanking. Seeing it and keeping my mouth shut makes me really uncomfortable!
+ Talking with someone who lacks awareness of personal bubbles.
+ When people assume we agree on politics and religion and state very strong opinions. Houston is very metropolitan, so this caught me off guard. It has happened so many times in Texas, especially with last year's presidential election and Chick-Fil-A controversy. For the record, this has never been a problem with Houston bloggers I've met. It has mostly happened at work with people who are in their 40s-70s. Let's just say I've gotten really good at getting around those statements without agreeing or nodding my head. I usually just say "I understand what you're saying" (not a lie) and end the subject as quickly as possible.
+ Four-inch heels.
+ I love watching how people react to pranks and practical jokes. However, I get severe secondhand embarrassment for genuinely awkward situations and embarrassing moments of others. Good examples include a singer cracking while belting and the person who repeatedly puts his foot in his mouth in a failed attempt to recover a conversation.
+ Wedgies. Oh, man. Wedgies are the worst. I think those nudists are on to something. Kind of.
I hope your weekend is a lot more comfortable than this blog post!