#JustJoJan Day 11 – Trying to be right for all the wrong reasons

I don’t think anyone likes to be humiliated.  I definitely don’t, but I don’t even like the tiny humiliations that other people find hilarious.  I’m thinking it started at an early age.  I’m a natural redhead, so any time I was the slightest bit embarrassed, my face and neck would turn bright red and then the comments would start coming.  “Look how red she is!” The dumb thing is that still happens today.  You’d think at my age, I wouldn’t find things to be embarrassed about, but I do.

I think it comes with being a perfectionist.  I want to be right, dammit, so when someone feeds me a story and I totally believe them, I feel like a complete idiot!

Probably the best story (I can’t even believe I’m sharing this), is when my ex-husband asked me if I knew who “The Fonz” was.  I had no idea, but I tried really hard to act like I knew what I was talking about, so I said, “Do you mean Fozzie?”

He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to choke.  He was not talking about Fozzie Bear, but I jumped at the only thing I could think of.  I have never watched Happy Days, but I did watch the Muppet Show as a kid.  I don’t know, I sort of think the Muppets are way cooler…

He had many laughs at my expense over that story.  I tried to laugh along too, but I didn’t really think it was fair or nice to be the brunt of his jokes.  When you don’t know something, you simply don’t know, and getting laughed at for not knowing is pretty hurtful.

I think that is one of the main reasons I hardly ever guess when people ask me questions.  I like to be right, but more importantly, it is humiliating when you’re so wrong that people end up laughing at you.

People tell me I need to lighten up, but maybe it’s okay to be a sensitive person who is humiliated easily and turns red when talking in front of a crowd.

 


Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s word, humiliate, was suggested to us by Jim at A Unique Title for Me.

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20 thoughts on “#JustJoJan Day 11 – Trying to be right for all the wrong reasons

  1. Just a few days short of the allotted span I still blush quite easily. I don’t think I will ever cease, so have accepted the fact. However, being laughed at for any reason can be embarrassing, very hurtful, and can be felt as a form of bullying. Human nature sometimes sucks but laughing WITH someone is the greatest!

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  2. For my offspring there can be no greater amusement than watching their father in uncomfortable situations, hearing about their father in uncomfortable situations or actually putting their father in uncomfortable situations. It has been a source of high entertainment for them since they were toddlers and continues to be so into their middle age. I use the word ‘uncomfortable’ but really mean ‘excruciating’ ….. things like being locked out of hotel rooms naked, being stuck halfway up trees in flawed attempts to show off, horrific sporting failures and, of course, all manner of embarrassing medical incidents – that sort of stuff. It has come to the point that even relating occasions when humiliating stories have been told about me in my presence at dinner parties has become a sport in itself (i.e. let’s tell a story about how the old guy reacted to a story told about him and see how he reacts).
    So I am no stranger to humiliation.
    It is my gift to my children. And it is a gift that keeps on giving.

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  3. I think we all have done dumb things where our children are concerned. But we can look back on those and hopefully learn a lesson that will enable us to be better parents.

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