Day Seventy Eight

One emotion trumps all. And it's enough to make me forget any trace of misery.
Embarrassment.

I do recall the time that I accidentally-on purpose masqueraded as a medical student. And then when I was found out, I was forced to write a very odd sounding apology detailing why I hadn't bothered to correct someone's assumption.
Even now the memory burns in my mind and makes me want to bury myself under the blankets in my bed until I can block it out, like a million other embarrassing situations.

Like the time I didn't wear a bra when I went to breakfast at the Hilton hotel at Niagara Falls and thought I could get away with it.

Or the time I sat on my friend's glasses and broke them.

Or the very first time that I swore in front of my parents. I was six and just heard the word at school.

Or the time I took photos of a guyfriend that I had a crush on without thinking about the fact that my (Asian) parents were going to develop the film. I had an hour long lecture about
- boys being the evil of the world
- developing the film was a waste of money

Uggggh. Please cringe on my behalf.