Well, That Was Embarrassing

Today for the challenge I am supposed to tell you about my most embarrassing moment. I am having a really hard time remembering most of my embarrassing moments- I've had my fair share of minor embarrassments. I try to come of as graceful and eloquent, but sometimes I stumble over words and trip over my own toes. Thankfully, I have a very forgiving memory for such moments.

It's about to get real in here.

My only big embarrassing moment that I can recall is what I refer to as the "silent scream incident." Let me set the stage for you (this is a precursory pun): high school, sophomore year, I'm fifteen and overweight. I'm dreadfully shy and awkward. I have dreams of becoming an actress, so I've tried out for the school play and magically was cast... as a mom (the only role fat girls can play in high school). As it turns out, my arch nemesis also has a love of theater and has too been cast in said play. Arch nemesis takes every opportunity to torture me, including telling me during an honesty exercise (oh theater games) that he has had a crush on me for years. My life is hell. I am also cast opposite my high school crush, who is tall, dark and handsome, just like a wannabe leading lady's crush should be. So for three months, I am in close quarters with my enemy and my dream guy. I felt like I was suffocating.

Now, flash forward to opening night. There is a buzz in the air with makeup, costumes, bright lights and backstage anticipation. While the audience is taking their seat, the entire cast gathers in the girls' dressing room for a pre-show rah-rah session. Our director, Mrs. O, gathers us into a circle and asks us all to join hands. By this point, I'm drunk with excitement and anxiety. On the count of three we are all to let out a big scream, another one of those kooky theater exercises. So, one, two, three, I scream at the top of my lungs, quite possibly louder than any scream I had screamed before or since. I'm talking, close my eyes, mouth wide open, body doubling over with my deafening scream. When I open my eyes, everyone is staring at me. Shit. Mrs. O said "silent" scream. Clearly I'm good at listening (normally I am, but not when I'm nervous or overstimulated).

I tell myself that no one remembers this incident, and if they do, I'm not even friends with anyone who witnessed it anyway. It's just one of those painful memories, the kind that makes me feel like vomiting a little bit when I think about it. Don't worry, I did not vomit while writing this post, though I was doubled over with nausea. I should add the writing of this post to the list of things that make me uncomfortable, because it's up there.

So, I've showed you mine, why don't you show me yours? Leave me a comment or send me an email- I love it when people talk to me! It makes me feel like a real person!

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