I think you're overthinking this

Quick quiz question: Who is the biggest dorkus malorkus in all the land?

Pencils down. Did you guess me? Well, it's true. I feel like the biggest loser, and not in the "I just went on a reality TV show and lost 200 pounds" kind of way.

See, I had an assignment due last week, but our printer wasn't working. I sent the file in an email to my mum's work address, asking her to print it out for me there. She did, I handed it in on time and all was good.

Today, I got the assignment back. I was flicking through to see what my grade was and I noticed that not only had my mum printed the assignment, but also the email exchange between us (WHY, MOTHER?). Of COURSE, I had stapled the printout of the email to the back of the assignment. It wouldn't be so bad if the email was just like, "Hey mum, print this for me". But of course it wasn't. It was a freakin' novel, complete with lame subject line, a tidbit of salacious gossip and hefty sprinklings of me and mum's pet names for each other throughout.

I'm sure my teacher got a good chuckle out of it and has since moved on, but this is going to haunt me forever. It's going to bother me for about a week to the extent where it's the first thing I think about in the morning. Then it will fade away, but not disappear completely.

I guarantee you that I will still be cringing about this when I'm sixty. If not this, then something else. I have a million of these things I don't want to remember, buried in my head just waiting to pop out at any given time. And who cares if other people remember them, because usually friends are tactful enough not to go around reminding you about things you don't want to think about. My mind, on the other hand, has no tact and wants me to think about it all the time!

Quiet, brain, or I'll stab you with a q-tip.