#awkward

For TV you also get those pre-interviews when researchers ask you what you're going to say. The pre-interview drives me insane. If they've already decided the outcome, why don't I just hand in an essay? Maybe if we talk we'll find something out. I'd rather just have an awkward pause. ↗

— Jarvis Cocker

#also #ask #awkward #decided #drives

My life is an awkward visit from the kids table. ↗

— Chris Colfer

#kids #life #my life #table #visit

Dating is kind of hard. Like dinner or something like that. Like a forced awkward situation is very strange. Especially for me, for some reason. ↗

— Zac Efron

#dating #dinner #especially #forced #hard

I wanted to do a movie about being really good at something, yet being socially awkward and not as advanced in your personal life as you are in your creative life. ↗

— Alicia Witt

#advanced #awkward #being #creative #creative life

Everyone has a childhood, everyone had awkward years and weird stages. Mine were broadcast for eight years. ↗

— Tina Yothers

#broadcast #childhood #eight #everyone #had

I don't actually like dates. I get awkward as I never know what to do. ↗

— Selena Gomez

#awkward #dates #get #i #know

I imagined that it might be awkward to talk to your wife about her performance, so going into it I was a little nervous. But doing it was actually a wonderfully inspiring experience. ↗

— Lasse Hallstrom

#actually #awkward #doing #experience #going

I work from awkwardness. By that I mean I don't like to arrange things. If I stand in front of something, instead of arranging it, I arrange myself. ↗

— Diane Arbus

#arranging #awkwardness #front #i #instead

As much as I think about sex, I can only with extreme difficulty conceive of myself actually performing the act. And here's another thing I wonder about. How could you ever look a girl in the eye after you've had your winkie up her wendell? I mean, doesn't that render normal social conversation impossible? Apparently not. ↗

— C.D. Payne

#satire #sex #teens #teens-sex-awkward-jocks #humor

When we entered a classroom we always tossed our caps on the floor, to free our hands; as soon as we crossed the threshold we would throw them under the bench so hard that they struck the wall and raised a cloud of dust; this was "the way it should be done." But the new boy either failed to notice this maneuver or was too shy to perform it himself, for he was still holding his cap on his lap at the end of the prayer. It was a head-gear of composite nature, combining elements of the busby, the lancer cap, the round hat, the otter-skin cap and the cotton nightcap--one of those wretched things whose mute ugliness has great depths of expression, like an idiot's face. Egg-shaped and stiffened by whalebone, it began with three rounded bands, followed by alternating diamond-shaped patches of velvet and rabbit fur separated by a red stripe, and finally there was a kind of bag terminating in a cardboard-lined polygon covered with complicated braid. A network of gold wire was attached to the top of this polygon by a long, extremely thin cord, forming a kind of tassel. The cap was new; its visor was shiny. "Stand up," said the teacher. He stood up; his cap fell. The whole class began to laugh. He bent down and picked it up. A boy beside him knocked it down again with his elbow; he picked it up once again. "Will you please put your helmet away?" said the teacher, a witty man. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#caps #hats #headgear #humor #misfit