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.