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In Social Psychology the other day we were told to get into groups and tell an “embarrassing moment.”
Rest assured I have plenty. While I riffled through my memory bank picking and choosing the perfect story to share with a complete stranger the teacher dropped a different bomb.
“Correction your MOST embarrassing story.” He smiled a devilish smile. “And go!”
I turned to the brunette next to me, that I had never before seen in class. Everyone around us was talking wildly, laughing and having a great time. She didn’t say a word.
Then it struck me, my most embarrassing story….
When I was seventeen, James, Dad and I took our boat out on the lake. It was a pretty common occurrence those days. My Dad fashioned a wake board out of a literal wooden board and it worked pretty well. At one point James and I were both swimming around in the water and Dad wanted to move on to a new spot; I climbed back into the vessel first. Before I pulled James in I took off my life preserver; there is nothing nerdier than a life preserver to a teenager.
A boat full of guys zoomed past as I bent over to pull James up. The boys were hooting and hollering. Just as my confidence was beginning to soar, James pointed at my bikini top and yelled “YOUR BOOB IS OUT!”
I don’t actually know what’s worse, the boys I didn’t know watching it, James (tiny seven year old eyes) seeing it, or my Dad knowing about it. Mortified.
I told the brunette my story and she laughed apathetically. We sat there in silence while the groups around us got louder and louder.
“I have done embarrassing things.” She said. “I just can’t think of any of them right now.”
The urge to punch her was really hard to suppress.
“Man, no. Nothing is coming to mind.”
Slowly I became embarrassed for her. You have nothing you want to share, you could make stuff up!
“Oh, by the way did he ever talk about the varying levels of emotions in a given situation?”
Truth be told I had been watching her for over an hour before this point, judging her awful note taking skills. She would write down information that had nothing to do with the actual topic and her question was utterly ridiculous as that was the topic of the entire chapter.
“No.” I lied. Turned away from her and began telling myself embarrassing stories.
Moral… Don’t be an ass-clown if you are asked to tell embarrassing things it’s a lot worse pretending like you have no idea what an embarrassing story could be, as if you are above embarrassment, rather than just piecing a story together from your distant past. I hope she and her bad note taking bombed that test… it was rather easy, that might have been kind of embarrassing for her.
-ducksoup- 