EVERY SINGLE TIME IN BERLIN I MANAGE TO EMBARRASS MYSELF SOMEHOW.
1. Reply to German in Japanese instead of German or English. NIU COME ON TRY NOW IT’S NOT THAT HARD TO SAY JA, NEIN AND BITTE…!
At least I remember to thank in German.
2. Went and bought my brother a surprise Overwatch key chain bag I saw on Tuesday for his birthday. The clerk wishes me good luck with the bag. Instead of just saying thanks, I have to add that “I hope I get my fave”
because i can’t reply to sudden notions and start to leave.
The clerk calls after me asking who is my fave. I stop and happily announce Junkrat.
He gives me a strange look as I leave the shop.
Outside I realize THE BAG DOESN’T EVEN HAVE FUCKING JUNKRAT NOW THE CLERK PROBABLY THINKS I’M A FUCKING IDIOT FOR BUYING IT, THERE IS NO JUNKRAT, WHY COULDN’T I JUST SAY THANKS OR IT’S FOR MY BROTHER.
Then I spent rest of the time thinking how I failed, because my mind doesn’t know how to stop processing and analyzing things 24/7.