A social filter to me is being able to control what you say and how you say it in certain situations. I am blessed with friends that are just like me. They don’t care what I say. I’m so used to this type of environment that often, outside of it, I say things which aren’t “socially acceptable.” I’m also lucky that I share this insufferable disease with my husband. He’s worse.
Everybody has “that friend.” The one you take to meet your innocent baptist grandmother and she can’t stop swearing like a sailor. I’m that friend. Not necessarily with swearing, it’s probably the only thing I do have control over. My problem is I get on a subject and start talking, somehow it leads to somewhere inappropriate and I keep going with it. I can see the uneasiness in the eyes of my company but I CAN’T STOP. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Maybe it’s because the couple my husband and I hang out with most often are just like us. We have no reservations there. I walk into their house and tell them I’m about to go “blow ass” in their bathroom. (Too much? SEEEE?) Both my husband and I have families that are just like us. So in normal life I don’t have any conversation restrictions and it doesn’t help when there is no conversation I’m uncomfortable speaking about.
Here we find ourselves at story time again.
My friends I often speak of, Jake and Tamra, have two pugs. They had three but we took one, Osiris, off their hands. He is lovely dog. Anyhow, Osiris banged their dog Claudia and BAM, six baby pugs. We had sold all of them except one. We finally had a couple coming to pick this little guy up. This couple only had experience with larger dogs. So we were giving them some much needed advice about taking care of pugs. Now I’m not sure how many of you have, or have had, pugs. Above their barely-existent nose is a flap of skin. This flap needs pulled up and cleaned often. We learned the hard way. A short time after we got Osiris we noticed this flap was inflamed. At first we didn’t know what was wrong but after a little research we found out all we had to do was lift it up, wipe it, and put Vaseline on it to avoid more friction. (Keep in mind, I am telling these total strangers this story.) So we held Osiris down and lifted up the flap. There were boogers and gooey stuff all up in it and I described this mess to this woman as being similar to pulling apart a grilled cheese sandwich. I made some pretty gnarly sound effects to go with it. The woman’s jaw dropped and she gagged. Tamra kindly shooed me away and I went and sat down.
This whole time I’m thinking about how often I do this. How uncomfortable I truly make some people feel. Since then, I’ve probably done the same thing a hundred more times. I just can’t control myself. Maybe it’s the shock factor. I don’t know. Also, like I had mentioned before, Cody has the same problem. His works in a slightly different way. He’s that jerk that tells everyone exactly what they need to hear but don’t want to.
So together we go out in public making everyone feel uncomfortable. When it all comes down to it, we have fun and it doesn’t really matter. It gives me some things to laugh about when I’m feeling down.
Time for bed.