Most embarrassing moment(s). Spill.
My entire life is an embarrassment and I'd hate to bore you with details.
And to be frankly honest, I can't think of one that would be worthy of a long-winded blog post.
Upon reflecting what I consider to be embarrassing, I have to admit, most situations in my life are only embarrassing because my ego has been hurt or my feelings get hurt. In most cases I go home crying and then I forget about it by the end of the week. I've learned that these experiences are only embarrassing in my mind because I think I'm the only one to experience them, but that's usually not the case at all. As long as I remember that others have been through the same situation; and if they can get through it so can I.
Here is one story that I was told about many moons after it happened:
I was in the back seat of my step-dad's bronco and we were driving on some feeder road in south Houston. Mind you this is where I grew up and I was about 4 years old. We pulled up to an intersection and there was an African American man, homeless, asking for change. You know the kind, with the cardboard sign, looking really sad and tired, non-shaven, etc. I saw him out my window and *apparently* said, and I will censor this, "F***in' N*****." Oh you know, typical verbage coming out of a 4 year old's mouth. Well I'll tell you my mother was not thrilled about that. She asked me where I got that from, and I can't tell you if I said it was my step-dad who said it or not, but it was, in fact, him who I get it from.
I will say that I don't remember this at all. As a matter of fact, I HATE the N-word with a passion, and if I hear someone say it, I let them know it's not okay to say that in front of me, and I don't care if they are white, Hispanic, Asian, or black. I'm not embarrassed about this story per say, but I am ashamed that my parental figure would say something like this about someone and in front of their 4 year old child.
So that's my "embarrassing" story.
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