Embarrassment

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I once joked in high school that my life was just made of embarrassing moments and the days in between.   I was the quintessential klutz, and to some degree, I still am.  Falling out of the limo at my sister's wedding solidified my family's belief that it's not a party or event until I fall.

Up stairs, down stairs.  Over cracks in the concrete, over my feet.

There's the time I spotted my crush in school talking at the bottom of the staircase.  (You see where this is heading don't you.)  I was rocking new clothes, feeling hot; I planned on walking down, catching his eye and walking away.  I thought it would be a perfect way to get his attention.   Except I got a little ahead of myself.  Then, my feet got ahead of the first step.  I slide down the entire way, landing in a mess of legs and books at his feet.  I made an impression alright.

There was the time I tried to impress a date and fell off a picnic table.

And the time on stage where I fell through the trap door during a performance.

Sometimes I'm so lucky that my embarrassment isn't completely related to my lack of physical finesse.  Most recently, I was in an audition when my face flushed and my mind emptied and my voice went silent. 

But I find these are the things that give me character.  Or, so I tell myself in order to buck up and prepare for the next slip up or pratfall.

4 thoughts on “Embarrassment

  1. Oh yes… I fell down the steps while meeting my boyfriend’s parents for the first time. Did it again with a different boyfriend. Longer set of steps. Not limited to boyfriends.
    And, as we learn quite quickly, it’s not the fall but the recovery which sets the tone.

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  2. Kate…hello…we have a couple of common friends. I enjoy what and how you offer yourself here…relaxed, almost as if we both had a highball or something. I am inviting you to my own blog and would love to get to know you!
    Ron

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