blue artichoke: Crazy Fitness

The weather has been so nice these past few days that I decided to take my fitness downtown. I laced up my sneakers and plugged into my fauxpod and walked briskly through downtown to the library, where I returned a book and checked out two more. I stopped off at the post office on the way back home. Now, in the winter, I don't leave my house unless I have good reason to. When the weather is nice, I wander around all over the place, just to be out enjoying the day. Today I felt like people were looking at me weird. I wondered if it were because of my pasty-white skin slathered in sunscreen, or maybe they were impressed with my new health nut image, or maybe I was shouting obscenities or sticking my tongue out of my mouth without realizing it. Do you ever wonder if you're acting inappropriately and don't realize it? People with Tourette's know they have it, and know their yips, shouts, flaps and jerks are unusual. But do crazy people do these things without even realizing it? Am I crazy? I think because I wonder at my sanity, that proves I'm not crazy. Crazy people don't wonder if they're crazy; they think they're normal, and that's why they're crazy. Maybe I got strange looks just because I wore my bikini to the library, working up the nerve to wear it to the gas station...

Getting to Know All About You: What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in public?

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When I was in kindergarten, my best friend and I had to sing a very special song for the school Christmas program. We were so excited and all dressed up with our fancy dresses, lacy socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. When we got to the microphone to sing, I opened my mouth and promptly puked all over her feet. I was mortified, she was horrified and the school janitor was probably the one most upset by the situation. I haven't lived it down to this day. Sigh...

Posted by: Chartreuse BLT | February 21, 2007 05:17 PM

WOW Char. BLT-- that IS bad... I have many public yak stories, however, I was usually too drunk to really remember HOW embarrassing they were...

I seem to remember racing up to a guy @ the bowling alley, hugging him, and then realizing he was NOT who I thought he was... BA, were you with me then?

Then there is singing in public-- always embarrassing unless @ King Tut's with lots of alcohol...

ps BA-- quit flaunting the fact that you can WALK... galavanting around town while I hobble along on my sticks of pain... (sigh)

Posted by: Blue Grilled Cheese | February 21, 2007 07:02 PM

So, perhaps I should just go by my typepad moniker, "salmonarepink"? Seems BA-appropriate...

More importantly, I'd like to anonymously commisserate with Blue Grilled Cheese. I too am one of the walking wounded. Though "hobbling swollen" is really more accurate. And, sorry, but I'm rarely embarrassed. It comes with having no sense of pride and therefore an inability to feel ashamed.

Posted by: salmonarepink | February 22, 2007 12:44 AM

There were plenty of things that happened in grad school that were embarrassing, or would be if I a) had any shame or b) hadn't been in Europe.

Getting caught outdoors naked was bad enough. Fortunately I wasn't alone. Unfortunately, we were also nekkid, meaning "naked and up to something."

No one got arrested, and those Brits don't think twice about some nekkid peeps running around.

Posted by: Red Momo | February 22, 2007 11:39 AM