That Moment...

TMW you realise...big freaking buck in the middle of the road...car did not touch big freaking buck.... I'm lucky when it matters most.

 

That moment when you see a snow fox in a nature documentary and your brain instantly think, "Lemex!" Ditto for "Jannert"=owl and "Minstrel"=squirrel. Lewdog is a shape-shifter, though.

 

I'm probably gonna bump into you in Skyrim.

 

I'm always hanging out at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. Though when you come, I'll be off hunting deer and invading bandit camps.

 

TMW you realize you didn't patch up those holes in your gloves and have to ride the bike for the longest 20 minutes of your life in the bone-freezing crispness of late November.

... and TMW when you finally get someplace warm and your fingers start to prickle, then burn as they regain feeling. Mmmhh...

Every squirrel I see nowadays is an agent of @minstrel 's :O.

 

TMW you realize the distinct difference between youthful tiredness and mature tiredness, and the knowledge that you will never experience the former ever again.

 

Wait, you can get tired when you're young? I can hardly remember ever being tired when I was young.

 

What's the difference?

 

It's the difference between the battery life on a brand new iPad compared to a 1st gen iPad, today. My 1st gen iPad still charges to 100%, but how long it stays anywhere close to 100% is nothing like it was when I first bought it.

 

That moment when you complete your first appliance installation project for the first time and feel like a total badass about it.

 

TMW you respond to someone in the forum who appears to be online, hoping to engage them in conversation, and when you post your post and refresh your screen, they're gone.

 

Same here. I go to their profile page, see that they're offline and think, 'Damn it, too late!'

Most forums let you post a message on their wall/PM them, so that's good at least.

 

TMW parents present you to some random Joe Blow and they're like "Hey, you remember Joe Blow, don'tcha?" and you have no idea who this older person is, though he's got a friendly, anticipatory smile, and you're like "......No," and your dad is like, "Sure you do! We used to go fishing together in Plattsburgh!" and you're stuck either now telling a totally unconvincing lie or just saying, "Dad, we left Plattsburgh when I was six years old. I'm forty-five now. No. I don't remember this dude at all."

 

I know! And they seem to remember you, but you just honestly don't yet don't want to seem dickish by saying, "No, who are you again?"

 

TMW you call some random guy on behalf of your employer regarding a work-related issue, and a woman picks up... So, taken aback, I mumble, frantically cross-checking the number I dialed with the one I should've called: "Um, I was trying to reach [insert the guy's name], but I guess this isn't his... phone number...?" Dripping suspicion, she goes like "He's my boyfriend. What's this about?"

And then the sheer relief in her voice when I explain the reason for the call!

Sure, I may have read too much into her tone, but that was the impression I got. Yikes.

 

That moment when, after all his ranting that makes him sound like some type of Bible-thumping white nationalist, Michael Savage basically describes himself as an agnostic. It's like if he said he was half-black.

 

Why are you listening to Michael Savage?

 

He scared me away from his show years ago, but I continue to study him from afar. It's a sort of morbid curiosity.

 

TMW you've read the term "radical homosexuality" one too many times and you wonder what it is you're missing out on because you really feel like you're just experiencing regular homosexuality. Is there an upgrade package? To whom must one speak? If there's a monthly or quarterly premium, can I set up a direct debit?

 

Hmm... gay sex/hand-holding/snogging on the barricades, maybe? During a demonstration or a violent coup? I must admit, if that's what it implies, I feel like I'm missing out on some radical heterosexuality as well.

Speaking of radical...

TMW the Rolling Stone magazine says radical feminists want to upend patriarchy. I didn't know you had to be radical to want that.

 

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry...

Yes. I would pay extra for that!

 

you gotta join the illuminati first

 

Of course you have to be a radical feminist to want equality; everybody else accepts that women should always remain the weaker sex.

TMW you drive a truly good car for the first time and realize it's your own (after owning and driving only crummy cars before that).
I know it's nothing fancy, but man, I can't stop gushing about how comfortable automatic is for my messed up back after driving stick for almost 15 years, how nice it is to finally have AC, and how handy it is to actually have remotely lockable/openable doors, a light in the trunk, a properly working parking/hand brake etc.

 

That moment when you watch a movie and the day after go straight from school to the book store to buy the book the film was based on as well as its sequel.
Damn, I don't think a movie has ever had this big an impact on me before...

 

@Komposten Your title is amazing.