Miss Speaking

I’m still haunted by the time I said state senator instead of US senator in a presentation back in high school.

I’m also haunted by the time I said cathedral instead of chapel in a meeting at work.

No one besides me remembers these incidents — no one besides me obsesses over these incidents, even if they do happen to remember them.

But I often feel hyper-scrutinized, and I also feel hyper-aware of curiosity that isn’t even actual scrutiny.

So when I feel like I’ve made a bad impression, or like I’m on the receiving end of a harmless snap-judgement, I feel like I won’t ever have a chance to make up for it.

I feel like everyone will only know me as the weird woman who misspeaks.

… but I guess I could handle that.

Or I could use Gorilla Glue as lip gloss. I’m thinking about trying that.

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Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog.

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