Picture this: I’m aggressively doing sprints on a treadmill at the gym, when I get a little too into it and my phone falls onto the belt, flies off, and gets lodged between equipment. The loud clatter of my poor phone and the workers having to MOVE the treadmills to get it, drew quite the crowd. As if this wasn’t mortifying enough, I then tripped on the treadmill. You’re probably thinking, “Okay Megan, maybe just stick to the weights. Treadmills aren’t your forte” but the thing is, occurrences like these happen to me (and I’m sure you) every day. For example:
Seven people saw me taking this photo. I had waited in line behind a five year old to take this picture.
One time when I was younger, I attempted a handstand on a crowded beach. Long story short, I landed face first even lost the tooth to prove it. The tooth fairy paid handsomely for that one.
During my Spartan Race this past weekend, I fell from the top of an eight foot wall...but of course not without a loud bang to alert the whole world. “Oh my gosh are you okay? Do you need anything?!” Yeah, I need you to stop staring!
I cried in front of a packed stadium at Seaworld because I saw Shamu (See Why Fear is Your Friend) I know, I have issues.
I choked on water for an arguably long amount of time while trying to respond to someone that I was trying to impress. Safe to say they were not impressed. At all.
My parents used to call me the Michelin baby because I was so fat (and bald).
I tripped while running during gym class, resulting in an enormously bloody gash in my leg. I then tried convincing people that the wound was the result of a bear attack, because I was too embarrassed to admit that I had gotten such a brutal injury from just losing my balance. Some people actually believed me.
I hopped into my van and began to strap myself into the seat. Too bad it wasn’t actually my van. Instead, I was met by the terrified eyes of a little boy and his mother. If this was you I am so sorry. I had no intention of terrorizing your family.
I was SO excited to see my friend, that I screamed her name and sprinted up to her with an enormous tackle hug. Too bad it was only a stranger who not only lacked appreciation for my hug and enthusiasm, but ran away in terror. Afraid? Of little ol me? Well I’m afraid of whales so I can’t really judge.
So why am I publicly admitting ANY of this?
Moral of the story: One of the most important things in life is to learn how to laugh. Not the polite “ha ha” that you make during an uncomfortable conversation with your distant relatives twice removed, but the real, unbridled and booming laugh that comes from the pit of your stomach. And most importantly, learning to laugh at yourself will give you a far better quality of life.
Tell me about your embarrassing moments on Twitter @TheDayILived. I promise I won’t tell.
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