That moment when you ask someone's political views and two seconds later you're like "I should not have said that, I SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID THAT"
TMW after a long night, chain smoking and writing, the sun rises and as you open up your window and your shutters, the calm, cool breeze blows on your face and fresh air enters your lungs along with the scent of dewy nature. Yes, I think I'll stand still with my chin pillowed under my arms on the ledge for a while, just to breathe. Good mornin'.
Tmw you see a picture of a young Earnest Hemingway for the first time and he's kinda really attractive
TMW you just realize that by "climax" all is meant is the moment of no return in the story, the moment/action/scene when the MC takes a decision (reacts to a situation) which consequences she will have to live with for the rest of the story, that will determine the story. This realization feels rather powerful for some reason. I feel pumped! I read it before, I knew it, but only now that I am making an active effort to see how story structures apply precisely (rather than loosely like I did up to now), I became fully conscious of its meaning.
TMW you're writing a post in the "Word Mechanics" page and as you're typing your question, you realized you've already answered it....
In one of my other hobbies I was having a technical difficulty so, like a good little forumite, I first googled the problem. Google's #1 response was some n00b on a forum asking the exact same question five or six years previously. Spoiler: obvious spoiler Yeah, I was the n00b. Forgot that I'd already asked the question and been given a series of solid answers to it years ago.
TMW you work constantly from the moment you get up, week after week, hour after hour, working longer than you really needed to, even when you're tired or grumpy or feeling terrible, and you still get criticised for your 'lack of commitment'. Ugh.
TMW you don't trust that you've spelled a word correctly so you "ghjnkdmln" to see if spellcheck is really working
TMW when you check out of a conversation and start involuntarily counting the number of times “like” is used. I really hate myself sometimes.