Ok, I scheduled this to be posted at 12:01 AM, but for some reason, the post scheduler has forsaken me.
It's Tuesday again, and it's time for our weekly support group meeting for extremely awkward people.
Hi, my name's Tova, and I'm totally awkward.
This awkward moment happened at least 18 years ago, when I was eight or nine years old and therefore had an excuse for lacking common sense. (I've got no excuse now.) I had forgotten all about this moment, which I think is actually the first truly awkward moment that I can remember having. When I was hanging out with my sister last week, she reminded me of this mortifying moment, so I thought I'd share it with you. (In addition to reminding one another of childhood traumas, we also sang along to Amy Grant's album, Heart in Motion, at the top of our lungs. This album came out around the same time that this awkward moment occurred, and my sister bought the cassette as soon as it came out, yet somehow we still remembered every single word of every song on the album. [Why is it that I can remember every word on an album that is almost two decades old, but I can never remember the names of people I met two minutes ago? It's mind boggling.])
A-ny-way. My sister and I shared a bedroom for about ten years, and we fought for approximately the same length of time. This story is not about a fight, though. Our bedroom was in the front of the house, and there was a pretty good-sized window facing the street. In front of the window was a red desk that we shared. Covering the window were curtains that were held up by a tension rod with no brackets or anything supporting it. (That's an important detail.)
I had just finished taking a shower, and I had come into our room wearing a towel. My sister was changing or getting ready to shower or something, so we were both less than dressed. As I was about to get dressed, I noticed that there was about a one inch gap in the curtains covering our window, and I was immediately horrified that someone might see us. I tried to tug the curtains closed, but they were stuck in the middle of the rod.
Obviously, the best possible solution was to climb up on top of the red desk, the bottom of which was exactly even with the window sill. So, there I am, standing on the desk, wearing only a towel, in front of a window that faced a reasonably busy street, and am being sheltered by only a curtain held up by a flimsy rod. (You all know where this is going by now, I'm sure.) I grabbed the curtain and yanked, and... the curtains and rod came crashing down. I screamed and was so startled that I promptly dropped my towel and stood for a full two seconds on the desk, stark naked. Now, keep in mind that I was nine and therefore had nothing much to show the world, but being naked in front of just about anyone was the most humiliating thing that I could imagine at age nine. When I finally unfroze, I hopped down from the desk, and sat on the floor while my sister laughed hysterically at me. Then, she made me climb back up on the desk to put the curtain back up. I spent at least the next month wondering which of my neighbors had seen me naked. It was very traumatizing, but also completely hilarious. For the past 18 years, whenever one of us has mentioned this story, we both burst into uncontrollable giggles.
Ok, so what's your awkward story? Share it on your blog, link back to mine, and then include a link to your post in the comment section of this post.
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