Just Jot Jan 2018: Jan 11th

Today’s prompt is

Humiliate from Jim Adams

Thanks Jim. You can check out Linda’s challenge details here:
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24840312/posts/1729933811

I can certainly identify with this as a member of my family always got a kick out of humiliating me, drawing me into an argument or putting me down in front of their friends.

I learned a long time ago that I can actually humiliate myself quite well, which is why I don’t drink. I can’t handle it, so rather than make a complete ass of myself under the slightest influence (ie. sniffing the cork usually results in me getting a wee bit giddy), I get drunk on company, which is much better all round, and cheaper!

Best to know what I did, when I did it, and who I did it with rather than suffer the humiliation of not remembering a thing!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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15 Responses to Just Jot Jan 2018: Jan 11th

  1. Ritu says:

    200% agree!!!!!

  2. Life is better if you know yourself!

  3. HAHA! I am glad that I don’t drink anymore either, for the same reasons! 🙂

  4. Michael says:

    I’m with you Di. I remember when I was at school my school friends would come in on Monday with tales of their weekend where they got blind drunk and couldn’t remember anything but insisted they had had a great time. It made no sense to me then and still doesn’t.

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