50 Shades of Red

Embracing Embarrassment

*Sigh* Let's face it: we all do embarrassing things on a daily basis, and if you're thinking to youself, 'Oh no I never do embarrassing things...', then I'm embarrassed for you because it's embarrassing that you can't admit that you do embarrassing things because we are all embarrassing human beings. Ugh. So embarrassing. I really tend to do embarrassing things on a daily basis solely because I'm slowly going deaf - those of you who know my mom obviously know this runs in the family. For example, last night at work a man came in and I asked how his day was going. He replied, "It's been alright, at least the weather got past 50." Now, for whatever reason my ears interpreted this along the lines of, "It's been alright, today I made it past 50." So, polietly I say, "Awh, happy birthday! Everyone's got to turn 50 sometime!" The man was so confused and he restated, "No, I'm happy the WEATHER got past 50 degrees." Yeah, safe to say my face turned 50 shades of red, but hey! I laughed it off and explained I'm clearly hard of hearing, and that I, too, was pleased with the slightly warmer weather. Ugh. After he left I was cursing at myself, praying that the man had been at least 50, so he wouldn't be offended at my assuming that he already was... Despite the extreme awkwardness however, I was able to shake it off and laugh it out. So that's a recent embarrassing tale. Now, for a flashback about one of my favorite embarrassing moments.

To this day, I simply can't help but laugh when telling this story to anyone, and it's been over five years since the incident. It was in the 6th grade (btw one of the lowpoints of Megan's life in which she was known as a "prep", ew - and I have no idea why I wrote that in third person but whatevs), and we were practicing our little dance routine for grandparent's day. We were dancing to the Monster Mash, and one of the teacher's signaled me to move over to the left a little bit. I apparently was having a dyslexic moment of some sort and moved to the right on accident only to find that I had reached the end of the stage and proceeded to face plant to the ground. I didn't actually hit my face (thank g, it was my money maker back then lol juss kitten), but I landed straight on my hip, and honestly, it really freaking hurt. Pretty sure everyone in the entire gym stopped what they were doing and just stared at me as I lay there wondering why the world hated me. Ok, no, it wasn't that dramatic, but being a pre-teen girl, it sure felt like it was. Three or four teachers came rushing over asking if I was okay, and I managed to get out a weak, "I'm fine," as I was attempting to hold back the tears. Here's one positive: they let me go to the nurse's office and lay down for a while and wait for my mom to bring me some Advil because back then it was like illegal for the nurses to give out any medications without a parent/guardian being present. I think that's annoying, and at least now you can get permission over the phone. That's beside the point. Point is: it was beyond embarrassing back then, but I think it's hilarious now which just goes to show that don't sweat the crazy things that happen because more than likely in a day, week, month, it will turn in to a great story to tell. I didn't think it was too funny until the black and blue bruise that was the size of a large melon finally faded away. Oh, 6th grade... LOL - that is all.

A Few Simple Things That I Absolutely LOVE

1. People who call you by name

Ok, this might sound weird, but I'm referring to two things here. 1. I love when a professor calls me by my name. It's refreshing to know that they know who I am and can put a face to a name, and that is so so important in college. In a class of over 100, if a professor knows your name, I consider that a huge accomplishment. It's not about being a "teacher's pet" in college. It's about making connections with potential mentors in your field of study who can seriously help you out along the way. So when a professor calls me by name, it may be simple, but I LOVE it. 2. I love when someone you don't even think knows you exist calls you by name. It's just like a slight reminder that people notice you even when you don't think they do. This can be good or bad I guess, but either way, I just really love it.

2. When my favorite song comes on the radio

I'm not just talking like the latest hit favorite song. I'm talking like the this was my favorite song 3 years ago. It's like I instantly feel so happy no matter what mood I'm in. Why? I have no idea, but it's something that I love, and it always makes my day a little bit better. What has been my most recent "OMG I used to love this song!!" moment? "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy. (Insert emoji with the 2 hearts as eyes because it's like love at first sight - or sound rather). Whenever this awesome occurance happens, no matter where I'm at or who I'm with, the volume goes up and the lip synching begins.


Okay, that's all I have for this week, I know it wasn't much, but I wanted to get something out there before I get ready to travel this weekend to see my lovely best friend, Elizabeth! I want to hear about some of your embarrassing stories, so feel free to comment them below! Remeber, embrace embarrassing!

Stay Classy,
Megan LouAnn :)