I had forgotten what it was to be completely embarrassed until this afternoon. I felt my face get warm, like it does when you have had a few beers and you smile bigger because you know you're on your way to a good buzz. But this wasn't that pint induced warmth, and I wanted to put my hands on my face the way Julie Andrews did in
Sound of Music when the Baroness called her out for blushing while dancing with Captain Von
Trapp in the court yard. Seriously, what a bitch. But today a Julie Andrews reference was going to do nothing but pile on the humiliation as my eyes darted around the room, looking for something to fixate my stare upon so the heat in my cheeks would subside, and the color would go back to normal rather than the crimson hue of my shirt. It seems I end up getting embarrassed when I wear red. Should I dress accordingly in the future?
It wasn't that I am particularly ashamed of my love for Harry Potter, but rather I am quite enraptured with the whole mess of it. I love the characters, the made up games and words, the setting, everything. I often gush about the upcoming release of the final installment of the series, and I actually squealed when I learned that there is going to be a Harry Potter theme park in Orlando in 2 short years. (Seriously, I want to reserve my room at the Leaky Cauldron, like, now. You know, just to ensure I am there on opening day.)
Today, however, something actually made me think my enthrallment with Harry Potter wasn't cool. And of course it's a boy who made me feel this way. A boy who I think is pretty cool, and suddenly I'm back in middle school caring what people think. I told him that I was going to wait in line for the upcoming release of the movie AND book, and that I cried when reading the final chapters of the last one. Maybe, just
maybe, I could have left out my development plans for the Harry Potter Neighborhood, and my hopes to live on
Dumbledore Lane. It all came tumbling out my mouth before my brain could censor the
incessant babbling. I sounded like a little kid racing to explain the details of their new toy before the grown up listening tells them to be quiet because they don't care anymore. For a brief moment, I felt him look at me like I
was that little kid who runs around in such a frenzy that they bump their head on something and it knocks them out for a little while.
There was nothing I could say to redeem myself. So I blushed and mumbled something along the lines of it all it being a joke as he looked at me wide-eyed as if he was embarrassed FOR me all while my other co-worker cackled and called me a dork. Or a nerd. I can't remember which. All I could do was then nod as my way of informing them that I was finished participating in the conversation. I turned around to face my computer and plugged myself back into my
iPod where John
Mellencamp would eventually remind me that "nobody told us it was gonna turn out this way." Indeed.
Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...
Now Playing: "Lonely
Ol' Night" by John
Mellencamp
