embarrass me

Last night, as I was dreaming (do I post too much about dreaming? It's hard not to, as I have strange and memorable dreams every single night. It's like a movie playing all night long just for me), I was at a bookstore and I knocked over an entire shelf of books. I was humiliated. When I woke up, I started thinking about feeling humiliated and realized that I only feel such a way in dreams. Most things in real life, while certainly embarrassing at times, don't actually make me feel like crawling under a rock and dying.

For instance, my most embarrassing moments (that I can remember), I feel totally comfortable writing about on my blog. Like the time in high school that I wore black basketball shorts for the Spirit Bowl (senior pride!) and at the end of the assembly, while the entire school was shuffling itself slowly out of the gym and back to class, I got pantsed by two friends of mine as a joke that went slightly wrong. I sat down quickly, following my pants, and gasped a little. And then it was over, I went back to class, and who cares.

The next one was freshman year and after getting out of the shower at my dorm, I had dressed and walked back to my bedroom. For some reason I don't recall, I left my pile of dirty clothes on the floor outside the door in the hallway, planning to come back to deal with it later. To my dismay, however, before I could deal with it a young man whom I may or may not have had a small crush on walked past it and my dirty underwear was on top! Such tragedy. Although later I demanded that he forget ever seeing such an image and he already had.

(Why do my most embarrassing moments all involve people seeing my underwear?)

Anything else that most people would consider embarrassing, I can't even remember. I know I've fallen in public multiple times, walked around with something hanging out my nose, things in my teeth, etc. etc. etc. Eh, everybody does those things. I'm perfectly comfortable with myself, I know Sam loves me for exactly the person I am, occasional bad breath and all (thanks babe!).

Good thing I have these dreams so I can experience the true mortification of knocking over a bookshelf in public.