|We've all been there.|
When I think of all the cringe-worthy things that I have done, the mind-numbingly ridiculous stances that I have taken and the all in all preposterous events that I have caught myself up in---both invited and uninvited--- from the age of adulthood (that's still 18, right?) to say... 25 years old, I feel so embarrassed. Not just a little red in the face, a little milk spilled, embarrassed. EMBARRASSED!!! Like choking to death on a peanut butter and fluff sandwich on the toilet, embarrassed. Or getting caught by TMZ dining at Planet Hollywood during Oscar weekend, embarrassed. Or this. Mortified. And what's even worse than the knowledge that I have done, said and thought such ridonk things, is the realization that at this very moment I have probably entered into a new stage of life where the new crop of embarrassing things fly below my chagrin radar--- never to be heard or seen of again until a decade later when I realize how dumb I was NOW, like some Bermuda Triangle of stupidity.
|Nope! We definitely won't regret hipster glasses. Or Snookie for that matter.|
But in the meantime, I'll just have to keep playing the "Oh-no" song every time I remember how bricks I must have been to let the following things slide...