![]() ![]() I wonder how many times I have ended up with a cold because I was too embarrassed to wear a rain coat in the rain? Or insulated mittens in the snow? How many migraine attacks could have been aborted, if I was fearless enough to interrupt conversation to ask for a seat or a snack or a 10-minute break? But I feel the rouge and do it anyway.Įmbarrassment is a bit of a lame excuse, isn’t it, for actioning or withholding certain behaviour for putting ourselves at risk, or cutting off potential opportunities or connections? In my 30s, I still think raisins are embarrassing and yogurts too, and I probably still turn red when I tell someone I love them. I thought it was embarrassing to speak Irish. I thought it was embarrassing that I had to leave nights out early due to ill-health. I thought it was embarrassing to tell someone you loved them or to tell someone that you didn’t want to kiss them. ![]() I thought it was embarrassing to wear a coat or be seen in any form of rainwear. In my 20s, I thought it was embarrassing when you could see your socks between your trouser leg and shoe. I thought it was embarrassing when my dad served my friend an avocado as a starter to tuna pasta. I thought having a chronic illness was embarrassing and pain was embarrassing. I thought it was embarrassing to kiss someone if you had a cold or had just eaten crisps. ![]() I thought sandals were embarrassing and I thought feet were embarrassing. I thought it was embarrassing when I missed patches of hair on my legs when I was shaving. When I started secondary school, I thought bumps in my ponytail were embarrassing. I thought getting a spelling wrong was embarrassing, as was wearing Doc Marten boots to Hip Hop dance class. I thought it was embarrassing to have short hair. I thought it was embarrassing that my mom’s signature in my homework journal was shaky because she was taking steroids for illness. I thought yogurts were embarrassing and a toothpaste stain on your uniform was veritably uncool. When I was in primary school, I thought it was embarrassing to eat raisins. “Dead” I replied with a little laughing face and skull emoji. Luckily the instructor cottoned on to the imminent danger, before my dad was washed under. I mean drowning, it’s embarrassing, isn’t it? Better not to cause a scene. Decisions made from a place of embarrassment are rarely ones you look back on with pride or vindication.Ī number of years ago, my dad, caught in a whirlpool while on a beginner’s surfing lesson, chose to suffer in silence rather than to call for help. In short, notions demand that that little bit of courage and self-love you are experiencing right now should be considered an embarrassment. Notions include: promoting yourself on social media eating kimchi for lunch wearing a big hat. Notions are basically having ideas about yourself or enacting behaviours considered to be above your station. Nowadays, the big insult is to have notions. In secondary school, the most common insult thrown across the school yard was “scarlet for you” or “scarlet for your ma for having you”.Īccording to the I’m Grand Mam podcast, “puce” is the new colour of embarrassment. As a country, embarrassment looms heavy over our collective psyche. ![]()
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