Trying on shoes...

...makes me uncomfortable. Only if someone has to go and get the shoes for me. I guess this probably stems from my aversion to talking to people I don't know, who only talk to me because it's their job. Also, I have small feet.

Writing "thank you" notes...

...makes me uncomfortable. It already says "thank you," which is basically all the note is for. Then there's all of this blank space, which I feel obligated to fill up with more words. The more I fill up, the more thankful I seem. Usually, I don't have that much to say about the thankfulness. From now on, I'm just going to tack a few words onto the "Thank You" printed on the card.


THANK YOU for letting me stay at your hose.
THANK YOU for dinner.
THANK YOU for letting me touch your privates.

Since I only send about two of these notes a year, it's not really a big deal. Still, uncomfortable.

Sitting at a table for two, between and very close to two other tables of two...

...makes me uncomfortable. You might as well be sitting at a table for six. I can hear everything they're saying, they can hear everything I'm saying, which makes me super aware of what I'm talking about. It also makes it hard for me to pay attention to whoever I'm with, since I'm listening to another conversation and thinking about how stupid that conversation is. Then I realize they're probably listening to me talk and thinking the same thing. Newsflash! Your restaurant is too small for the amount of tables you have!

Nitpicking terms of a standard legal agreement...

...makes me uncomfortable. We're renting someone's house for a vacation, and as he should, the owner has a 14 page legal document for us to sign and return before we can rent it. Generally, I don't even read these documents. I'm guessing they're pretty standard. As long as you use common sense and treat the property with respect, there won't be a problem. But when you have two lawyers traveling with you, they apparently want to read the agreement and make all sorts of legal comments about it, which I then have to talk to the owner about. I don't like being that guy. I wish I had blindly signed the document and returned it.

Elevator conversations...

...make me uncomfortable. I know I'm not alone here. Being stuck in that little box with someone I speak to only when stuck in that little box is one of the worst experiences. Better going up than down. When you go down, there's a chance you'll leave the building with that person and walk in the same direction, extending the conversation you never really wanted to have in the first place. There's one guy, who I know will try and talk to me about football every time we're in the elevator. Not because he loves football, but because it's his defense mechanism for the uncomfortable situation.


A less intense form of uncomfortable comes from listening to other people have elevator coversations. I'm thankful it's not me, but I'm uncomfortable just the same.

Trying to choose a restaurant with a group of people...

...makes me uncomfortable. I don't want to be responsible for what someone else has to eat. And what if there's a long wait? Most of the time I don't even know what I want to eat until I'm eating it. So I generally don't care where we go.


It also makes me uncomfortable to go to a restaurant where there's a specific way to order and I don't really know it.

Talking to people about things I write...

...makes me uncomfortable. For instance, telling anyone about this blog or trying to promote it would make me feel like I'm a publicity hound. Look at me. So, while I do want people to read it, it would make me uncomfortable to try and make that happen.

When people make references to parts in movies that I've seen many times but can't remember...

...it makes me uncomfortable. It's not my fault I can't remember specific lines from movies. Or whole sections of movies that I've seen 10 times. But I feel like it is my fault. There's something wrong with my brain that keeps it from remembering details from books, movies, songs, and life in general. I know I went to college. The details are fuzzy. And I know that basic premise of The Three Amigos. I know who stars in it. I remember what the costumes look like and how they trick the bandits. But why would I save space in my mind to remember some part when the Three Amigos go to some singing bush? Furthermore, how would anyone remember the lyrics to the song that bush was singing?


Some people remember everything about everything. That's not me.

Anything involving the Jersey Shore...

...makes me uncomfortable. It started with MTV True Life, the Jersey Shore edition. Watching that made me feel like if I ever were to vacation at the Jersey Shore, it would be impossible for me to avoid getting in a fight. I've never been in a fight, but I have a lingering premonition there's a supreme asswhupping coming coming my way, and I'm pretty confident anyone who is large and drunk will want to give it to me.

This show will be a true exercise in viewing something that makes me uncomfortable:

Choosing A Standard Blog Template

Makes me uncomfortable. Which pre-designed, widely used, no personality at all template is the right one?