Believe it or not, I actually embarrass myself a lot. Like, a lot. Here are two instances where I just felt the need to crawl into a ball and disappear.
Playing soccer in the winter can have its ups and downs… but, mostly downs. Since soccer is a winter sport we get “spirit packs.” This includes a hoodie or a jacket, sweats, and two practice jerseys. Normally we would wear this attire on the day of games, especially away games.
WELL… one away game I thought it was agreed to wear the spirit pack. So, I went to school in our team jacket, sweats, and crocs. When I got to school I realized none of my teammates were wearing it… I texted my closest teammate asking if she was wearing her stuff. I was praying for us to have magically communicated telepathically and that we both had to suffer the embarrassment.
She finally texted me back with a “no lol” and a laughing emoji. My stomach dropped, my knees locked and my face suddenly felt hotter than California’s weather at peak summer.
Okay, this next story actually makes me laugh to this day. This happened at the doctor’s office a few years ago. I walked in for a check-up and walked out contemplating my life decisions.
As I was getting checked, the nurse asked me, “When is your birthday?” I have no idea why, but I had to think hard about what I had to say and my answer didn’t even live up to the awkward silence caused by my thinking.
With a straight face I finally answered with the most confidence ever. “Yes.” There was yet another awkward silence followed up by the nurse’s laugh. I felt confused until I realized what I had answered.
“Oh! I mean-I mean,” I stuttered. Needless to say, that nurse probably thinks I’m missing a few brain cells. In conclusion, I’m embarrassing.
