That Moment...

Here, I think you dropped your knife:

 

TMW you put two tea bags in one cup and don't add any sugar

 

TMW you think "I'm bored, it'd be nice to talk to someone," and three facebook chat windows from three friends open on your phone, you get a text message, you see a thread you want to reply to, your phone rings, and so does the doorbell. Yeah, that just happened to me...

 

Be careful with what you wish for.

 

My watch is also powered by light, tells time and date, and tells time on a 24-hour basis.

Is there even any space left for the clock-face after all that?

 

I wish for 200 000 000€. So far nothing...

To partake in the watch discussion, my watch's strap (is that what it's called?) cost 5€. It's exquisite.

 

TMW you realise: Dude, I don't even own a watch, a pretty silver charm bracelet, yes. Watch, no. And in that moment you realise you're weird, just plain weird with a bonus TMW moment.

 

TMW you were younger and you thought Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were two gay guys.

 

TMW someone tells you that they "loved Battlestar Galactica as a kid!" but they're talking about the reboot, not the original.

 

That moment after a long day, when it's rainy and you're tired, you just want to kick back and pop open a bottle of Pale India Ale.

 

Odd... usually it's called India Pale Ale (IPA), not Pale India Ale (PIA?). I have a bottle of Sierra Nevada Hop Hunter IPA beside me as I type this. There's one more swig in the bottom and then I'm venturing to the fridge to get another one.

(a minute later)

TMW you do what you said you'd do in the above paragraph and open another Hop Hunter IPA! It's Friday, so it's perfectly all right.

 

Ah, thanks for correcting me. First time drinking it, so I'm having to remember what it's really called.

 

That moment when you're reading a novel set in Venice and learn there's a whole distinct Western Romance language called Veneziano or Venetan and you never knew.

 

That moment when your psychology textbook refers to Ritalin and Adderall as nonaddictive medications. I don't even...

EDIT: And that's after an earlier unit included amphetamine in a list of addictive drugs. Guess what Adderall is.

 

That moment when you hear a religious radio show mention that America had always been a Protestant country. Now, I admit that my knowledge of American history circa its founding is very slim (my area of interest is 1830s to 1890s America), but I thought the Founders were Deists.

 

TMW you hear that your friend and fellow forumite, @Link the Writer, listens to religious radio shows. I know you're a smart guy, Link! Are you trying to become stupid?

 

You ever hear of curiosity killing the cat? Well, it almost killed me. I'm not going to listen to religious radio shows anymore. I'm going to go watch lectures on OpenYaleCourses now.

 

TMW you remember why you stopped coming to this site.

 

TMW you fear you've not only scared some people on this forum, but you may have caused others to think you are, in fact, insane.

 

TMW you tryna make some tea and the school faucets don't have hot water.

 

TMW when the hippo sized project you birthed last week from your wee gazelle body - under an impossible timeline - itself birthed a shaming number of corrections in need of doing, again, reported to you under a ridiculous time-line!

If I had the powers these clients would seem to think I possess, I wouldn't need to work because I would be a bloody wizard.

 

TMW you know someone is, in fact, fearing reality.

 

TMW your mother-in-law drops by on what happens to be laundry day and feels the sudden need to demonstrate "the correct way to fold socks." I wish I was kidding. -.-

 

TMW you realize that you've not touched your own writing since Winston Churchill went through puberty.