George Constanza syndrome

Does anybody ever have something really good to say; something that would have been the best possible thing to say in a given conversation , but only realize this great idea like 5 or 10 minutes after the conversation is over; Sort of like Goerge Constanza in that episode of Seinfeld where he drives all the way to another city just to say it in the proper conversational setting .

Yeah. It's also called l'esprit d'escalier (staircase wit), like when you think of something to say when you're already down the staircase and on your way out the door.

I feel like i'm never in the moment, and it takes forever for me to say something in the manner that it needs to be said at the right time. Maybe that is a side effect of not communicating with anybody for such long periods of time.

I feel like i'm never in the moment, and it takes forever for me to say something in the manner that it needs to be said at the right time. Maybe that is a side effect of not communicating with anybody for such long periods of time.

Yea; I've never had anything pertinent to say, and always talk to myself in my head. I guess I've been forcing myself to chit-chat for a long time. It has just become near impossible to chat and be in the moment when the only way I can talk is when I'm not.

My life is littered with examples of this. My brain freezes so badly in a lot of social situations that I can't even remember things I'm supposed to be an expert at.
I'm still rehearsing conversations from fifteen years ago in my head.

Talking about the same subject on a different level, is anybody besides Anastasia obsessing about things that would have been great to say in situations that happened as long as 5+ years ago. I have obsessions about things I might have said or done; obsessions that are rooted in resentment toward bullies, and how they took advantage of my social paralysis and inability to defend myself at the time. One must have a lot of seated emotional baggage, apparantly, to really give a damn about things that happened such a long time ago, but it still hurts. I'd definitely have things a lot colder and more pointed to say than "The jerk store called and they're running out of you!", to fit with the level of meanness and cruelty that was unloaded upon me at the time.