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Embarrassed Much?

I embarrass easily. When something happens that embarrasses me or someone else, I instantly want to disappear until the smoke has cleared. I’ve experienced many embarrassing things, and it’s my desire to be vulnerable with some of my moments, so others don’t feel they have to go into hiding because of their own. Brace yourself. Some of these are too funny…

I once asked a guy if he’d rather live in San Diego or California. He looked at me like I was an idiot and replied, “San Diego is in California.”

One summer when I was working at a camp, I skipped a step when coming off the bus and fell face and palms first onto the concrete. Bystanders got real quiet, with a few gasping and some saying, “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” My hands and wrists were scrapped and bloodied, and I walked around the rest of the day covered in band-aids. 

When I guy I’d went out on a date with texted me a poem, I thought the poem was for me, since he knew I was a writer. The poem was actually for another girl he was pursuing. He just wanted me to proofread it for him.

My senior year of high school, I got gutsy enough to ask my crush out on a date. Not only did I ask him out, but I told him I liked him. Let’s just say the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Once, I was talking about someone in a text message, and accidentally sent the text to the person I was talking about.

So, my dear readers, getting embarrassed happens. But you’ll survive it. I have.





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