Don’t you just love humiliation? I am the ruler of being mortified. In fact, it happens to me so often that I barely blush anymore. I can count on embarrassing things to happen to me almost daily. Some instances are worse than others of course, but all in all I lead a pretty humiliating life. Are you clumsy? Socially awkward? Anxiety ridden? Do you blurt things out? Go off on a tangent? If so, you can probably relate to this problem. Being so embarrassing use to really embarrass me! However, I think I’ve found the answer to overcoming the inevitable. Enjoy the following tools I use to deal with humiliation.
Announce the embarrassment. Make a joke about it before anyone else can. What I did recently was ridiculous, but fresh and original. I showed up to do wedding makeup for a client with a very strange mark on my nose. I got a spray tan the day before and slept with a Breathe Right strip on that night. It wasn’t until I woke up in the morning that it occurred to me, when I take this thing off, the tan is coming with it. All the makeup in the world couldn’t truly camouflage the mark it left behind. I felt the best thing to do was to make an announcement to the crowd before we began our day. “Good morning everyone! No, this is not a new contouring look I’m trying out. I am, in fact, an idiot. I swear I won’t make you look like this. Thanks for your understanding.” Moving on.
Pretend nothing is happening as it’s happening and the first chance you get, kill it, bury it and black it out like it never happened. I really hate first impressions. Generally, I make terrible ones. I have all the best intentions on making a good one. I will fixate on it the entire day, planning out my behavior to ensure pleasantry, and I still fail . Upon meeting my friend’s new girlfriend, something I wanted to go really well, I said this, “You look really nice with your hair up. And I don’t mean nice like it looks good I mean you look friendly. Like not a bitch or anything. You know how some girls look sometimes with the sharp haircut when it’s down.” *breaks into nervous laughter* Did I just say that? “That’s not how I meant it. I don’t mean it how it sounds. My parents think I have a social disorder. I’m sorry, I should be on meds. What I mean is you look like a nice girl, I’m a nice girl. Was. A nice girl. Before I said all this. Do you need a drink?” No? You hate me already? It’s okay. I deserve it *Laughs*
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