Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Embarassment is in the Eyes of the Beholder

Still musing over the notion of the ability of the human mind to repress painfully embarrassing memories, I have found that there are many things that should embarrass me that don't. Apparently, my loved ones have no problem at all with such memories and can be quite helpful when trying to recall them.

According to my oldest son, I should be embarrassed every time I get behind the wheel of our bulky SUV. Sure, after 6 years I still struggle a bit with parking the beast but no biggy. But in the last 24 hours alone, I have run over the curb at the Carl's Jr. drive-thru, accidentally hit the gas when parking at the grocery store propelling a shopping cart to within inches of a parked BMW, and this morning I accidentally ran over an orange pylon which got stuck under my car where it stayed firmly in place whether I went forward or backward until my #2 son got under the car and dragged it out. And yes, of course, there was an audience.

My sons were also quick to agree that I should be embarrassed anytime I sing, throw a baseball (apparently I throw like a girl, go figure)... or wear my clear plastic clogs. (As if they didn't embarass me practically every time we're out in public!)

Now, I haven't asked her for fear of the painful memories she would un-earth, but I'm sure my mother would be quick to bring up the hours spent in the Mexican airport with my younger brother and a bottle of tequila. Technically, I believe this would fall somewhere under shame as opposed to embarrassment but honestly I really feel neither. It was, afterall, quite expensive tequila that had already been opened and it really would've been equally shameful to waste it. And do we look bothered at all in that picture? I think not.

As a final addition to my husband's earlier contribution, he also feels I should be at least vaguly embarrassed by my obsessions with LOST and House. (But many of us know better.)

So there, I've gone above and beyond in laying my shame before you. So skip down to my contest and share a little shame. Please. I'm so enjoying this!


Julie said...

I think the sharing of embarrassing events lessens our sense of being alone in them, so thank you Tammy for sharing yours too. I have to agree that they wouldn't embarrass me either, but it is nice to know we are all in the same very human boat.

Sarah said...

I've been with my mother twice when she ran over those concrete bumps in parking lots. Coming from a complete standstill. She swears she has only done it twice. Sure she has...

Sarah said...

and... tag you're it (check my blog for details)

Yarnhog said...

Oh, I'm so sorry I was gone last week! I have plenty to share.

Actually, I have the opposite problem. I am mortally embarrassed by all sorts of things that don't embarrass anyone else, and I remember every single embarrassing moment I've ever had. I routinely groan and blush involuntarily over childhood embarrassments that stage sneak attacks on my psyche. I wish I could just turn the whole thing off.