What are some inappropriate things that you have said?

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Art class, 7 years old...a classmate asked if I liked her painting and I said "No, it's horrible!" because that was what I honestly thought of it. She became upset, and I recieved a talking-to from the teacher...but I remember at the time not understanding why this behavior was rude.

Another kid moment...think I was 5-6 here. My dad plays guitar, and would often have his musican friends over for jams. When one of the guys got up on stage, I remember going up to my mom and exclaiming "Steve looks like a monkey!". He really did look like one, though.

Too many to count. I remember when I was I think 7 or 8, I told an overweight female relative of mine that she had arms like Hulk Hogan. Didn't go over too well, started crying and everything. Completely confused me since I liked Hulk Hogan and didn't see it as an insult.

I'm always saying or doing something stupid.

Someone showed me an ultrasound of their baby and was like, "it's so cute!" and I was like, where is it? I then proceeded to tell them that all I saw was a giant grey/black blob. Yeah, that didn't go over really well... I just don't get why people get all excited about those things. It's like me going around with pictures of my shoulder surgery and showing people. Unless you really know what you're looking for or know what it is, nobody has any clue what the bloody heck you're looking at.

The above example wouldn't be considered rude, because she said his name and then spelt it.

I was referring to the specific situation here:

No I sort of said it in quite an aggressive way.

Woman: Can you give me your name place?
Me: J O S I E

The letter in bold is the letter I said most clearly, since people never seem to hear. But I'm not sure if it's rude or not, because often when I hear people giving out their postcode or something over the phone I hear them saying something like ''D for Daniel, P for Paul'', because letters often get mis-heard so they give a word what begins with the letter they are announcing. That isn't rude, since I hear people doing it all the time, so why should spelling out my name be rude?

BUT, remember, social rules are very complex - one thing could be acceptable but another thing what is virtually similar could be completely unacceptable.

When my son was born and I first saw him I said "oh hes so ugly!, I still love him though!"
Hes beautiful now but then his face was all squished and he looked bright purple I was just being honest but the nurses seemed offended ha ha.
And one time I pointed at this girls face and said "you've got spots" and she got really angry and I didn't really understand why.

Everything I say is appropriate.

When I was in 3rd grade and went ice-skating with my family, a midget came into the rink and started skating near us. I had never seen one in my life and I thought he looked pretty cool, so I asked, "What's that?" but I really meant to ask something like, "What's it called when someone never gets any taller?" or something less offensive-sounding, but I didn't feel like using that much energy to talk.

One time when I was 12, we had some company and my entire family was looking out the window at a strange looking dog. My mum said, "Look at that dog! Its face is almost human!" I said, "Maybe a lady had a dog for a baby!" My mum said, "That's not funny!"

Probably one of my worst mistakes was when my oldest sister (who is kind-of shy) was introducing me to one of her college friends one day when I was about 15 or so.

Sister: "This is my little sister, she likes to play music and paint all day, she's really clumsy... always getting hurt falling off or out or into something..."
Me: "Well, at least I'm not- ..."
Sister: "...Yes?"

Drat! I had talked myself into a corner again! What could I say about me that in lacking would be admirable? think. Think! THINK!

Me: "WELL AT LEAST I'M NOT FAT!"


This was utter genius. Nowhere in my thoughts did it occur to me that by saying that, I was indicating that either my sister or her friend was fat. By the time it hit me, my sister had left the room quietly and had already begun the process of not talking to me for three months.