Lisa Laird, 657 words

Lisa's Lair
By Lisa Laird
IPS Features

SHAME ON EMBARRASSMENT

 What is this thing called embarrassment?  Where’d it come from?  How does it plague us?  And most importantly, how do we get rid of it?  Defeating detrimental feelings of embarrassment may very well be the most significant battles we ever fight in our personal lives.

Embarrassment is defined as experiencing distress and self-consciousness. In other words, suffering due to being uncomfortably aware of oneself as an object of observation.  I suppose that the onset of embarrassment’s wrath begins at an impressionable age in each of us when we are ridiculed unmercifully or simply teased playfully. The self-assessed trauma becomes a permanent brand on the unsuspecting psyche and creates a perpetual sore spot carried heavily over one’s shoulder  When perceived to be in such predicaments, we are painfully jolted.  Mind, body, and soul.  The sensitive blemishes are depressed further and further as a result of the damaging weight each fresh bruise produces.

This self-afflicted punishment, correctly utilized solely when purposely wronging others, reaches out far beyond its useful task.  Instead, it mainly focuses itself on casting its threat to inhibit people from standing out from the crowd and making unconventionally daring moves.  The fear of embarrassment is the nonhuman blackmailer.

Milestone decisions pondered, but not executed, are often halted by this genre of blackmail.  Once we’ve accepted its terms after being caught with our pants down, so to speak, we make a point to avoid future entanglements at all costs.  How much is the market value of a foolishly tossed dream?

Certain situations tend to evoke automatic responses when repeatedly rated so dangerously on the embarrassment meter; declining from the entire activity becomes an eventual given.  For example, a group of people is invited to a party and the band begins to play music.  One of the guests is watching a few peers dance.

Wow, they’re terrific dancers, he thinks to himself.  He may want to join the festivities and debates whether or not to get up and boogie.  But he just can’t get up the nerve. Why is that?  He tells himself that he can’t even come close to comparing with the pros out on the floor; therefore, there’s no sense in trying.  The sad truth is that he can’t get up the nerve because he’s afraid of embarrassing himself in a social setting.  What he fails to realize is that all the others are fixated on themselves, just as he is; they aren’t interested in how well he can dance.

But he perceives they are.  Anyway, this gentleman I’m referring to has an internal struggle with himself causing stress and nervousness to enter the intimidating picture.  Rather than smacking away the remote possibility of hearing ridicule from surrounding spectators buzzing around, he remains immobilized behind the railing.

To remove subsequent conflict, he may adopt the notion “I don’t dance.”

And that gets him off the sharp hook with others as well as himself.  If we water the seeds of embarrassment with regular consistency, we’ll eventually grow gardens of strongly rooted wallflowers.

Fear of embarrassment is a useless and totally unproductive waste of time and energy; more so, it is a major hindrance to leading well-directed, happy lives.  Thus, a poison in the medicine cabinet of life that must be discarded immediately, as I’m sure the expiration date is a certified relic.

When thoughts cross our minds and we find ourselves asking silently what others would think if we were to take particular actions, we must stop and change our thought processes.  As long as no illegal or immoral deeds would be committed and no one would be intentionally harmed, forget about anyone else’s opinion.

Get over fearing embarrassment; take a stand.  And if others are looking at you intently, it’s for one reason and one reason alone; they only wish they had your nerve.

Whether you waltz, tango, jitterbug, or do the funky chicken, just get up.

And start dancing.

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