Foot and Mouth disease

One question that people have asked me since I started my blog is “why do I blog”? The simple answer to this is I’m better online. I like communicating with people but in person, I have a horrible, overwhelming tendency to put my foot in it.

I’m not subtle, I don’t infer, I just say things outright and social niceties do kind of escape me sometimes.  When I met one of my best friends one of the first questions I asked her was whether her boobs were real… I kid you not.  She does have a spectacularly good pair but possibly not the thing you ask when you meet someone for the first time.  The fact that I now class her as one of my best friends is more to do with luck than my judgement (I have none).

My utmost foot in mouth moment came in July when I discovered that my favourite dancer was moving from Birmingham to the Royal Ballet in London. Now I was pretty upset, not least because tickets at the opera house are ludicrously expensive and instead of seeing Alex dance several times a year, I’m going to be lucky to be able to see him once but also because he was effectively taking a demotion to move to the Royal and their repertory suits him nowhere near as well as the Birmingham rep. Basically I don’t think it’s his best career move and whilst I’m entitled to my opinion, I possibly didn’t express it in quite the best way…

I think the phrase  “have you lost your tiny little mind?” was used…

Whoops?! Sorry, Alex…

At least with life online I can get my point across without offending too many people (she says, hopefully). And bless him, Alex is now on Twitter due to copious nagging from the Birmingham fans so we can keep in touch with him and he does tweet me occasionally so I think I’m forgiven…

Writing allows me the time to think before I press publish and does minimise the possibility of my mouth working faster than my brain although my confidence issues do raise their ugly head periodically which means that I then stop myself from pressing publish sometimes when I should. Every silver lining has a cloud after all…

But I think that if this tendency to insert my foot so far into my mouth that only a surgeon could remove it is my worst quality, I’m not doing too badly. Although what Alex would say about that, who knows?

What do you think your worst quality is?

Average Josephine x