So, I thought I’d write a blog post about how silly I can be all of the time. I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who can relate to this, and others who will think I am an actual idiot after this post. But hopefully you can all laugh about it at the same time, as I always try and do…

Embarrassing, unlucky and awkward moments happen to us all at certain times in our lives. For me, these usually happen on a daily basis. Unlucky- as in I am that person who everyone says ‘typical’ about all of the time. One time the ATM changed to ‘out of order’ as I walked up to it before.. So, I’m going to key point some silly things I have done or that have happened to me recently and not recently, and explain how I awkwardly deal with them.

Losing everything and anything:My housemate tells me anytime I lose something to check all of my pockets, because we have discovered the past year that’s where many of my missing items turn up (keys, credit cards, ID etc). (Shout out to Da Chisel Woo). Unfortunately, cardigans cannot fit in pockets; so it has been a bit of a struggle for me trying to uncover the mystery of where my lost cardigans have wandered to; and by wandered, I mean what nightclub I left them in when I was hammered (extremely drunk). Since January, I have lost three cardigans. I am not proud of it, especially because my cardigans are my life. So please save any giving out or lectures about minding things; I’ve heard them all before. My first search for my missing cardigan number one occured a month after I initially lost it. Why? Because I was in denial it was actually missing and was (and still am) convinced one of my friends had it. Anywho, search for cardigan number one was a bit awkward. I decided to pretend the reason I hadn’t come to look for my cardigan was because I lived in another county (a lie). I thought no further questions would be asked; I thought wrong. Of course the jacket guy (what I like to call the guy) asked questions about what I was studying etc.. Anyway, long story short, my cardigan wasn’t there. Search for cardigan number 2 was a fail; I’d rather not talk about it. Cardigan 3, was a success. The awkwardness of returning to the same club and dealing with the same cardigan man, hoping he wouldn’t remember me, wasn’t as bad as I imagined. It wasn’t bad at all actually. I found my cardigan and the man hadn’t a clue who I was. I was happy.

Note to self and for everyone else: Use cloakrooms in Nightclubs, not tables or friends shoulders.  

 

Being clumsy: I tend to trip over my feet a lot. I’m a clumsy mess. I bump into people constantly and over use the phrase ‘sorry’. When I’m walking with my friends on the foot path they always give out because it’s like I elevate towards them; bumping into them or tripping them over by accident. I’ve tripped over into a ditch on the side of the road before becuase my laces on both shoes somehow tied themselves together. So this week, I somehow managed to fall down the stairs at college. I came out with just a few bruises so it was okay; the only embarrassment being when I heard girls mutter ” oh my god”. This isn’t the first time and most definitely won’t be the last time I fall over. It would be unusual of me to come home from a night out without a bruise, cut or some sort of an injury.

Note to self: Tie laces, put stuff in your handbag before you start walking down the stairs so you don’t get distracted and fall over, never wear heals.

 

Being an air head in a world of my own: Sometimes I get so caught up in my thoughts I forget what’s going on around me. Last week I got lost trying to leave the library that I’ve been in every week since I started college nearly two years ago. Another day I was walking to the gym and somehow ended up outside of my lecture hall confused about where I was going. I know it sounds like I’m forgetful, but I just get caught up in my head and forget what’s going on around me. When I was younger I had a Goldfish for 10 years that I loved to brag about (even though I hated the damn fish). I went through stages of having different dogs and watching them die young, but the fish still lived on. I invited my friend over for the first time and she asked to see the Gold fish. I ran to the sitting room table to show her with excitement but the tank wasn’t there. “He’s been dead a month”, my mum broke the news to me laughing at how me or my brother never noticed. We had been staring at the sitting room table one day during that month for over half an hour trying to figure out why it looked so different. “It must be the new flowers”, we both agreed on. When really our pet fish died and neither of us noticed… Pretty silly.

 

Getting myself into awkward situations: I haven’t won many awards in my life, apart from an award for trying the hardest in school, but if there was an award for getting myself into awkward situations; I’d win. One recent example I can think of, is when I went to get my eye test done last week. When I was younger I faked an eye test so I could be apart of a club in primary school called “the four eyed club”, once again not a proud moment in my life but it happened; no I didn’t need glasses  but yes I wore them for a few blind weeks anyway. So, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to this eye test. Everything worked out fine in the end. I showed up and of course my free eye test form was actually expired, BUT I came the whole way into the big city to get one done so I decided I’d pay. I got the all clear go ahead- I could see without needing lenses. As I went to pay by card, something I’d been dreading all year happened; my card got declined. I asked to try again but I was told I had no funds left in my account. Of course, I felt rich that morning splashing out all of my money on a salad in a restaurant and throwing change in a charity box because I knew the next day was pay day. Anyway, I awkwardly threw my bag beside the counter hoping they’d understand that was reassurance I was returning and awkwardly mumbled something about how I was going to the ATM. I was so nervous, my heart was racing; all because I had no money to pay for an eye test. My trip to the ATM didn’t help when it clarified that I was broke and had minus 200 euro in my account; I didn’t know that was even possible. So the ESB bill came in and I was unaware of it. I spent ten minutes standing outside of specsavers wondering why I left my bag there and wondering what I was going to say when I went back in. I decided to go back in and tell them my mum was ringing soon with her card details (of course I didn’t have credit because when do I ever). But, she didn’t. Twenty minutes went by of me walking around circles in Specsavers looking at glasses I didn’t need. Once a kid thought I took a picture of them, I decided it was time for me to bail. I told the receptionist I’d pay later and she said that was no problem at all. I felt like an idiot for panicking, sweating and jittering nervously around the shop when I could have just said that at the begining. Yes, my mum did pay and yes I felt like the biggest idiot ever. I went home to hide out away from the world after an embarassing morning but , of course, I forgot my key. That’s just one of my awkward silly stories.

Note to self: Don’t fake eye tests to make friends, check date of expiry on important forms, don’t freak out over something small like not having money for an eye test, Stop forgetting your key all of the time.  

 

 

Anyway, that’s just a little rant about how silly I can be sometimes. Hopefully other people are as silly as me and if not hopefully this somehow entertained you and didn’t annoy any OCD people out there. Thanks for reading, I’m sure I’ll write more posts about other silly awkward moments.

Over and Out,

Saoirse.