Thoughts on Being Embarrassed

The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportional to the embarrassment he can tolerate.  – Douglas Engelbart

One person’s embarrassment is another person’s accountability. – Tom Price 

But I learned that there’s a certain character that can be built from embarrassing yourself endlessly.  If you can sit happy with embarrassment there’s not much else that can really get to ya.  – Christian Bale

Confessions of a Blogger

As a blogger, I have a few things to confess.

  • I have reused old blog post.  It’s rare, but it has happened.
  • I think about blogging all the time.  As things happen during the day, I wonder if there is a story there that would make a good blog post.
  • I have embarrassed Gwen on several occasions, because I was taking pictures of her doing mundane things in public places.  What can I say?  I had a great idea for a blog post.

If you would like to make a confession, let me know in the comment section below.


Most Embarrassing Moment

I was on the basketball team in high school.  I enjoyed playing the game, but I was horrible at it.  Basically, I am just not that coordinated, so I rode the bench for most of the games.

I don’t remember who we were playing, but it was the forth quarter and my team was dominating.  The coach decided to let me play, since there was no way I could mess up the game.

I felt proud and excited at the same time.  I jumped off the bench and started running onto the court.  In the rush, I managed to trip over my own feet and fall on my face in front of a couple hundred people.

I was completely embarrassed.  I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Accidental Trespassing

Every year the Huntsville Madison County Builders Association, conducts an event called the Parade of Homes.  During the event, there is a host of open houses all around the community.  Most of the houses are brand new, but there are a few remolded homes on the tour.

My family and I were touring homes and decided to check out a new townhouse community.  We saw the Parade of Homes sign in one of the yards.  However, it was really close to the property line and the doors to each of the townhouses was only a few feet apart.

Gwen and I walked in the door.  Gwen commented on some coats in the closet and I figured they belonged to a real estate agent.  We took a few more steps and looked into the living room.  It was a bit messy.  Gwen pointed to a cat sitting on a table and I realized this home was not a part of the tour.  We were trespassing.

Gwen and I went out the door as fast as possible.  Both of our faces were bright red from the embarrassment.

How Embarrassing

I used to be a teenager that was embarrassed by adults, but now I am an adult that embarrasses teenagers.

I took my teenage niece shopping for new shoes.  While the store worker was measuring her feet, I commented on her toenails and said she needed to cut them more often.

My niece didn’t say a word, instead she just did a face palm.

It’s official, I am an embarrassment to teenagers.