Eat me dirt and don't give me back until the end of the world has come! ... that thought of doom, wrapped up in loss of confidence and fear of making, or having made a fool of yourself.
I'm sure it has happened to all of us and if you don't remember it, it's good that you search in the darkest rooms of your mind, surely there is stored that memory of shame, yes, that one you don't want to remember, because you relive the emotions lived.
But well, it is always necessary to remember and even laugh at the blunders, falls, bad words, which inevitably led me to blush to the point of looking like a tomato. And at the same time remember, the uncontrollable desire to escape from the place where I was, there cornered, and exposed to my own ridicule.
As hard as I tried I only remembered a few embarrassing moments, and I am sure I have had many more and more embarrassing moments than the ones I am about to tell you about, but my well trained mind refused to give any more information.
The Fall
We all know that the first day of school is very important for a young, insecure, scared and with thousands of doubts about how to make friends. Well, I tell you that on that first day, I didn't even know where I was standing, everything was confusion, shouting, running and there, in the middle of that sea of young people, I was trying to find out which was my classroom.
I saw an agglomeration of young people and I realized that they were the sections and their location, so I pushed my way to the front of the billboard. Eureka, I found my section, I quickly turned to leave the place and the next thing I knew I had landed shatteringly on the floor. My beautiful skirt, wide, with many pleats, was over my head, exposing my ..., suddenly all I heard was laughter, some explosive, some mocking, others chuckling.
Hiding my face, I ran out of the place, hoping that no one would recognize me in the future. That day I wished I would never go back to high school again, and I had to face it for the next five years.
Eating chicken
The first time my boss invited me to a restaurant (I was about 17 years old), I made the grave mistake of ordering stewed chicken. Here in Venezuela, in some places, they serve the whole prey with bone in. I was a novice with cutlery. I couldn't eat the chicken, because every time I tried to cut, the knife slipped and the only thing I managed to do was to chop the dish.
It's not chicken, but this was a fish, I ate it without the slightest shame hahaha.
It was just embarrassing, knowing that my boss's eyes were on me and my plate. She at one point, understanding what was happening to me, said to me why don't you order it to go. I, in a shy way, nodded, unable to look her in the eyes. From that day on, in my house, where it was not customary to use knife and fork, I became a dexterous with cutlery. That would never happen to me again. Although to be honest and to tell you a secret, I love to eat chicken with my hands!!!!
Well, I told you something. This story is part of my life and was written for the #theweekend community for their Weekend-Engagement-concept.
If you made it this far thank you so much for reading me, see you in an upcoming post.
Own photos taken with my Tecno Spark cell phone //
I used the free version of Deepl.com as a translator.