Day 10 of the challenge simply states to share our most embarrassing moment. Well I have
something embarrassing to let you in on, and it is that I am easily
embarrassed.
I am so easily embarrassed that I cannot stand to even watch
comedies where the lead simply makes a fool of himself the entire time (think
Meet the Faulkers). I feel so embarrassed for them that it’s just too
uncomfortable to watch –even though it isn’t even real life!! (I’m also a
Disney movie crier, so maybe I’m not proving my point very well.)
AND, the point is, that even the thought of public embarrassment embarrasses me and I would do
anything to avoid that feeling,
because let’s face it, being embarrassed is a terrible feeling!! So I don’t have some scandalous tale full of
embarrassment for your laughing pleasure today. I just don’t. I’ve lived a
careful life where every move was precisely calculated so that I could avoid
embarrassment at all costs! And although it was extremely mentally tasking for
me to come up with anything at all to give to you today, I decided that this
wouldn’t be a very good challenge if it didn’t require me to think. So think I
did. I dug deep into the far recesses of my brain to uncover a rare
embarrassing moment that I had buried very, very deep…
Come back in time with me to the first grade. His name was
Lane Lilly and he had the biggest brown eyes and cutest lopsided bowl cut I
ever did see. We road the bus together, but we didn’t speak much. Actually, I’m
pretty sure we never spoke –but I spoke of
him often.
Obviously, my best friend knew all about my love for Lane,
but she wasn’t cruel about it like many kids can be –there was no teasing or
pestering from her when it came to my undying, unrequited, and unknown feelings
for him. Maybe that’s why 18 years later she’s still my best friend. Yet,
although there was no singing of, “Lane
and Dani sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G,” from her lips, she did come up
with one very. very. very. terrible idea right before recess one day.
Her idea was to profess my love for Lane during recess that
day in the form of a handwritten note. Oh, but not just any handwritten note! No,
this handwritten note would have the words preordained by George Strait
himself. If you don’t know which song I’m taking about already, you can listen
to it here. (NO JUDGING, PEOPLE. I was 6 and my musical taste was not yet fully
developed.)
But I digress…
I torn off a piece of notebook paper, wrote down the chorus
to that song, and folded that note into the crispest, most perfect square
you’ve ever seen. And then, when the bell rang to dismiss us for recess, I
hurried outside with my best friend right by my side and delivered that note to
Lane.
I don’t think I said a word as I nervously handed over the
note and waiting for him to read it through (I do remember it took him a very
long time to read that stupid note.) And then while I was holding my breath he gave
me his response, which was…(drumroll, please)…
“But I don’t even have a pencil!”
I believe that was the moment I decided to ran towards the
other end of the playground. And it was then too, that for the first time in my life I
thought I was going to drop dead of embarrassment. I’ve been avoiding it ever
since.
