A weekend or so ago Nick and I (having a child free moment) found ourselves at a College Basketball Game. Within about 10 minutes this guy behind us started getting real obnoxious with his heckling. Which in turn created some irritation in his closest neighbor (an older fellow) who after a moment or two of arguing and swatting him with a newspaper decided to go full-on spider monkey on him. Luckily the old man’s wife (who seemed like a pro at this by now) wrangled him in like a mother trying to drag her 4 year old out of a Chuck-E-Cheese. Eventually, she separated them and sat in between so he calmed down and the many spectators redirected their focus back to the court.
This whole experience gave me a baaaad case of Second Hand Embarrassment or SHE.
Second Hand Embarrassment is when you are embarassed for someone who is not you. It is (in my opinion) far far worse than first hand embarrassment. I have, for a long time wondered why that would be, I finally think I know. I figure, if it comes to my attention that I am doing or saying something embarrassing (which happens on a very regular basis) I have choices, I can: stop what I’m doing or saying, back pedal, run away, laugh at myself, rip on myself, pretend I was joking, make excuses….and so forth, but when you are suffering from SHE you just have to sit there and take it. Feeling all of the embarrassment that they should be feeling, with absolutely nothing to do about it. It’s excruciating.
None of that has anything to do with anything. So if you are now having SHE from me right now for throwing some weird story into my cute nail polish post, my apologies.
In my defense I found this nail polish at that very game. The girl in front of me was wearing it, I had to ask what color it was and she said she has like 10 bottles (just in case) because it’s all she ever wears, ever.
I get why it’s a pretty great color. Fiji was ordered and on it’s way before we left the stadium.