All my hobbies

One time, 20 years ago in my first job, I was serving a customer who only spoke English. I was almost fluent back then already so no issue there. The one word I didn't know was what the slip of paper that came out of my till was called in English so I took the opportunity and asked him. He kindly told me that it was a receipt.
To this day I keep going back to that moment and asking myself whether my reaction appropriately expressed my gratitude. Did I say the right words? Wait, I DID say words, right? Not just "... ah", right? What was my face doing? Did I smile? I didn't just stare blankly, did I? So I act out that scene and what I hope my reaction was. Sometimes I catch myself and then I'm embarrassed as fuck because wtf is this what am I doing what is this fucking nonsense fffffffffffu-
Gawdddd.
This is of course BY FAR not the only conversation I keep re-enacting to but it's one of the more absurd ones not least because he didn't even react in any negative way. Or do I just not remember? Am I suppressing the memory because of how awkward it was? Fuck.
- I feel this so much. I'm trying to learn Swedish right now. I also review discussions in my head constantly. I swear the first conversation that I have in Swedish is going to bounce around my brain until the day I die.
  
  For your sake, I hope it is brief, inane and pleasant.
A few months ago I talked about books with a coworker. I had recently finished "The Vegetarian" by Han Kang and was talking about it as a very good book. My coworker wanted to lend it and I gave it to him. Only after that I remembered, that this book has a very explicit and strange sex-scene...
I will probably never recover from this.
- My mom once gave me a book she liked, so I could read it too. There were so much weird sex scenes, long and explicit, often including a woman covered by food. I still don't know why she gave me this book, why she liked it and I will never ask.
  
  xD Thanks, this shared cringe aleviates the pain.