Why Is My Face Red?

We all suffer from it, that infliction known as embarrassment. At the moment it occurs, our face turns red and our body flushes with a heat that can only be compared to a hot flash.

Each time I get caught in an embarrassing situation, I believe I’m the only one this has ever happened to, and yet common sense tells me that’s not true. So I did a pole of a few of my blogger friends and they were more than happy to share their most embarrassing moments with me.

Lisa Hall-Wilson: I Can’t Believe I Said That and Biking In Panties

Susie Lindau: My Most Mortifying Moments

Jenny Hansen: Embarrassing Blonde Moment and No Porn On The Job

August McLaughlin: Sweaty Impulses & The One That Got Away

My most embarrassing and painful memory occurred in grade eight science class, when a racy little note got passed around from student to student and finally fell into my hands. It was something about sex, which I read, of course. As I turned to pass the note to the boy behind me, our teacher – well known for his cruel and inhuman ways to torture his young students – snatched the note from my fingers and silently read it.

The room went quiet. It was one of those just-kill-me-now moments, although that particular phrase hadn’t yet been invented. After a few tense seconds, during which I braced myself for the inevitable emotional pain of his punishment, the teacher decided I should stand up and read the note to the rest of the class.

It should’ve been so simple. After all, half the class had just read the note and had been fortunate enough to escape our teacher’s detection. While I turned a brilliant shade of scarlet and read the note aloud, the teacher and my classmates roared with laughter.

Can I blame them? Heck no. There’s something so funny about witnessing someone else’s embarrassing moment. Caught unaware, we laugh in reaction, and it’s only afterwards that we consider how our laughter might have affected the person involved.

Of course, it’s all part of being human. There was the time I came out of my first ever massage, only to trip over the curb and land on the street on my butt. There was another time when I asked a former co-worker when her baby was due, only to discover she wasn’t pregnant at all.

Will the embarrassment ever end? Will I someday learn to pay attention to where I’m going or what I’m saying? Not likely and maybe that’s a good thing, because if we can’t laugh at ourselves, is it fair to laugh at others?

So now it’s your turn to share a moment of sheer embarrassment. I promise not to laugh too hard.


About Sheila Seabrook

Author of contemporary romance and women's fiction.

Posted on April 18, 2012, in Blog Posts and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 37 Comments.

  1. Loved the links, Sheila! I’ve had too many embarrassing moments to share and most happen due to my tendency to pass out easily when I get over heated.

    Two of the most embarrassing happened when I was singing on the risers for chorus in middle school and when I passed out in front of a potential landscaper who’d come to give us a quote. Judging from the scrapes on my face, I fell into the rising garage door before landing on the concrete floor. Fortunately, I was unconscious for the worst of the embarrassment, but getting up in a dignified manner is rather impossible. Good times–thanks for the memories!

    • Oh my goodness, Christy, I hope you outgrew the overheating/passing out thing. I mean, you live in the south where it’s hot most of the year, so it’s not like you can escape it. Ouch, I can picture you making that tumble into the garage door. How painful. Good thing you were unconscious!

    • It’s so nice to know I’m not alone. I pass out when I overheat too! I also pass out when I’m in pain, see blood, have low blood sugar, or experience great emotional distress. Yeah, I’m a fainter. Only another fainter can understand how embarrassing it is to pass out at seemingly random moments.

  2. I’m bright red just remembering mine. I was water skiing. When I got back into the boat, I mooned everyone else on the lake. Unfortunately, I was 13 at the time and several of the other boats were filled with classmates. Not fun.

    • I think those early teen years are the worst time to be embarrassed, Tracy. We’re so insecure at that age, it makes it more difficult to recover, although I suppose oopsies like mooning one’s friends tends to toughen up a girl. Yikes, I feel for your 13 year old self!

  3. Thanks for including me. You’re right – life is way too short not to laugh at ourselves. Some of us just provide more amusement than others :/

    • You’re right, Lisa, some of us do provide more amusement. Excellent way of looking at it. So we’re like good for the soul, right? LOL! Thanks so much for letting me share your links!

  4. I reeeeeeally want to know what the note said!
    My embarrassing moments just keep on happening. I can’t seem to prevent them!
    Thanks so much for including my link in the mash-up!

  5. Oh Sheila, you gentle and shy woman. How can you not be with that incredible smile? Yes, I can relate to your red face … actually I truly believe that the phrase “take your foot out of your mouth” was coined for me alone. Ideas pop down from my brain and like gum balls they land on my tongue. Before I can grab them they have rolled out of my mouth and into the universe. What was the worst? I was born with a lisp and talked fast and all the time. I was pigeon-toed, all arms and legs and tripped up steps. I was an accident waiting to happen and when I talked to get out of trouble I dug the hole deeper.

    I blushed so much and so often that I went to a make-up woman at the counter in Macy’s and asked her if she could recommend a foundation to cover my pink cheeks. Of course, after she picked herself up off the floor and called all the make-up ladies over, they informed my teen-self that I should be grateful to have such a natural blush. Yeah, well I wasn’t 🙂

    • Oh, Florence, those make-up ladies must’ve forgotten what it was like to be a teen. Or else they managed to slide through life without those emotionally wretching and embarrassing moments. Thank goodness we grow up and toughen up, and we either grow into or learn to deal with our awkwardness, lankiness, foot in mouth and all those other things that we fretted about when we were teenagers. Yay for the women we’ve become!

  6. I’m not going to even try to leave a message since it won’t work.

  7. Oh my goodness, it worked! All morning I haven’t been able to leave WP comments.
    Okay, on to the comment. I loved this and Catie Rhodes’ blog today as well. You both posted about humor. I recall turning bright red all through my youth. Not any longer and I don’t know what happened. My son inherited that and my daughter as well. I feel their pain. I used to get sooo embarrassed if I had to do anything in front of the class. I no longer am shy, so it wouldn’t bother me now, but back then….ay, ay, ay. And blushing just made it that much worse.

    • Yay, I’m glad it finally worked for you, Patti. We would’ve missed you otherwise! I checked out Catie’s post and it’s great. Thanks for recommending it. 🙂 With age comes more self-confidence and less painful embarrassment. There’s a reason to be happy each time we celebrate a birthday, right? LOL!

  8. Usually when my face turns red it’s because I’ve just said something incredibly stupid.

  9. Love love love this post Sheila! Probably my most embarrassing moment was one that no one saw…but I was mortified. I was 21 and at a big party/parade in Galveston…lots of alcohol flowing… and millions of people everywhere. I was in the back of my boyfriend’s truck and I had to “go” so I jumped off and ran inside a Jack In the Box, and then started hearing male voices. I peeked out the crack in the door to realize I was in the men’s room. I waited it out for probably 45 minutes till I thought I could sneak out unseen, and my boyfriend thought I’d died or something. LOL. I sobered up really quickly. 🙂

    • OMG, Sharla, I once ended up in the men’s bathroom by accident, too. Now before I even open the bathroom door, I recheck the sign about half dozen times, just to make sure I’m at the right spot. LOL!

  10. Hilarious, Sheila! And it’s so ‘you’ to share others’ links before your own. 🙂 Thanks for including my post & brightening our days! Funny how much more embarrass-able we are in our youth. I rebound much faster nowadays!

    • Thank goodness we outgrow that intense embarrassment, August. It makes life much more fun and there’s a definite feeling of freedom that comes with knowing sometimes we can do something silly and who cares what others think. 🙂 And thank you for letting me share your link. I loved your story!

  11. Coleen Patrick

    Sheila I feel like I went all thru high school with a perpetually red face! 🙂

  12. Oh, Sheila. I had something similar happen in my Government class. You and I must not be as good as the others at passing notes. 😦 Either that or the teacher waited for the note to get to us. Hmmm

    • Too funny, Debra. I also wondered if the teacher decided to pick on me that day, and if he watched the note get passed around until I held it in my hands. Ah, we’ll never know the truth, but wouldn’t it be great if we could go back and ask? 🙂

  13. we all have those stories. (I vehemently deny any stories of dancing with the RT models in Chicago) sometimes I can be convinced to share them, but not often….LOL thanks for this post sheila.

  14. Fantastic post, Sheila! Thanks for including all our links – as August said, it is very YOU to put ours first. I think you should just make up something good for the contents of that note. I’m dying to know what it said!

    • Now I really wish I’d made up some limericks for you all. LOL! And Jenny, thanks for letting me share your links. The No Porn On The Job is my all time favorite. 🙂

  15. LOL. I was em-bare-assed for you reading this!!

  16. While walking through a department store, I was talking to my husband and walked smack into one of those fragrance ad signs. You know, the ones they place center aisle, right where someone can walk into it?

    Yep. That someone was me!

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