Word Vomit-Breaking A Universal Rule Of Conversation

Happy Word Vomit Monday Everyone!

There is a universal rule of conversation, which goes like this:

You do not complain to someone who has it worse than you.

For example. You do not tell a fat girl how fat you are. You do not complain to a new mother about how tired you are. And you do not tell someone in labor that they have no idea how much something hurt you.

There is a perfect example of this happening in this scene from Friends. (I apologize for the graphic details of labor contained in this scene, which you may not want to see if you are currently pregnant, or if you are not a fan of such things. So if you chose not to watch it, suffice it to say, that Ross breaks this universal rule of conversation.)

Clearly I understand this rule. But does my mouth know it? Obviously not...


I have curlyish, wavy, frizzy hair. I do not have the most difficult curly hair I have ever seen, but I am Irish, and Mexican, and I got curly hair from both sides of my family. My hair does need extra attention in order to look descent. 

For Example, If I have my hair up, after a few hours little curly locks of hair will pull out of my ponytail and start forming frizzy bunches around my face and behind my head. Sometimes the curls gather at the sides of my forehead forming little horns. So I look like some kind of curly haired demon. 

Are you jealous yet? 

Source

Recently I was in Target and decided to purchase this fine product. To help me tame my curly/wavy/frizzy mess.

While in the checkout lane, I was having a friendly conversation with the cashier, a beautiful young African American girl. 

When she saw that I was purchasing this product, she held it up and told me how amazing it is, and that it works so well. Which made me so glad that I was purchasing a good quality product. 

I wish I had just thanked her for her rousing recommendation. But no...

For some reason I blurted out; 

"Good, because I need something to help me with this fro back here." 

At that very moment I looked at her face and was shocked that I had just complained to an African American woman about my hair....and I used the word "fro" no less. 

I was mortified.

She said nothing.

I wish she had come back at me with some amazing comment like 'You have no idea' or 'You don't know the meaning of the word fro'. But she didn't. Which made me feel worse. 

Instead the conversation came to an abrupt halt, and I paid for my things and hung my head as I quickly left the store.

Word Vomit is a disease, I tell you. 

A disease.

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