More Things That Make Me Feel Uncomfortable
A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about some of the things people do that make me feel uncomfortable, and of course, as soon as I hit “publish” on it, I started thinking of lots of OTHER situations that are similarly awkward. At the risk of making myself sound like an absolute basket case, then, here are some MORE things that make me mildly-to-seriously uncomfortable: feel free to add your own!
When you’re travelling in the back seat of someone’s car, and they turn music on so loud that you can’t hear a word the front-seat passengers are saying, so you just have to sit there in silence, feeling like you’ve been deliberately excluded from the conversation.
When you get to your destination, the people who were in the front have had a lovely long discussion (and have also made plans for the rest of the day, which you weren’t consulted about), and have secretly decided that you’re a moody cow, because you didn’t say a word other than, “WHAT’S THAT? SORRY, I DIDN’T CATCH THAT?” for the whole journey, before giving up and just sitting there listening to their terrible music, and wondering if you could get the bus back home instead.
When you visit someone’s house, and they don’t bother to switch off their louder-than-hell TV, which sits blaring away in the corner like a rowdy, drunk person, who is impossible to ignore.
This also has the effect of making you feel like you’ve obviously arrived at a bad time, and are forcing your hosts to miss their favourite show: awkward.
When people only know one thing about you, so they mention it every time they see you, even although you haven’t even thought about that thing for years.
I once spent several years of my life being asked by casual acquaintances how I was progressing with my plan to become a psychologist – a plan I entertained for two weeks when I was 15, and then never thought about again.
When people compliment you by putting themselves down all the time.
“I love your dress! I wish I wasn’t such a fat pig, so I could wear something like that! I hate myself!” Er, thanks? I guess?
When you’re in a noisy bar, or somewhere else that requires you to shout in order to be heard over the loud music, and then suddenly the music stops while you’re still in mid-shout.
I honestly used to think this was something that only ever happened in movies, but it’s happened to me several times now, so guys: IT’S REAL. (Other things I thought only happened in movies, but which have totally happened to me: slipping on a banana skin. Yup, I did that.)
When three people have to cram themselves into the back seat of a car, and you just KNOW you’ll be selected to sit in the middle.
Seriously, it’s ALWAYS me. I don’t think I’ve EVER travelled in a full car and NOT been the one squeezed awkwardly into the middle seat, painfully aware that I’m more or less sitting on the knees of the people on each side of me, swaying dramatically from side to side every time the car makes an unexpected movement, and having to cling to the front head-rests at every corner, to stop myself landing in someone’s lap. Added bonus: the knowledge that if the car has to stop suddenly, I’ll be the one pitching right through the front window!
Having to remove your shoes in someone’s house when you weren’t expecting it, and your feet aren’t fit to be seen.
I realise this will be a controversial one, but I hate having to take my shoes off when I wasn’t expecting it – not, I hasten to add, because I’m super-precious about my shoes, but simply because I hate exposing my horrible feet to people. I DO it, obviously – I mean, your house, your rules and all that – but it does make me really uncomfortable if I haven’t been able to plan for it. Like, you’re out somewhere with friends, and someone suggests everyone goes back to their place afterwards? And you’ve been dancing/standing around all night, so your feet are hot, and probably sweaty, and now you’re going to have to expose them to OTHER PEOPLE? Awkward.
(Yes, I know there are many cultures in which shoes are never worn indoors, and everyone is always prepared for that (Japan, Canada, etc) – I’m talking about situations where it isn’t necessarily the cultural norm, and where you weren’t expecting to be visiting someone’s home and you’re worried that your feet stink, or you have a bad case of athlete’s foot or whatever…)
When you’re in a restaurant and you’ve just taken a giant bite of food when the waiter appears and wants to know how everything is.
How do they know to only ever appear when your mouth is full? Do they hide around the corner and watch you?
When people ask how much you earn.
I always want to respond by asking to see their bank statement. Oh, sorry: am I making you feel uncomfortable? Shame.
ANYONE WANT TO ADD SOME MORE?