I’ve always had a thing for embarrassing myself, for as long as I can remember. Now that it’s finally warmer and sunnier there are more and more people on the streets, so much so that I’m considering going with my bike on the street instead of the pedestrian walks due to the non-existent bike lanes in my city, but I’m saving that rant for sometime else. My point is that the more people are around to see me fuck up, the more plain humiliating my fuck up gets. Yesterday, when I wore this outfit, was a brilliant, sunny day, the type of day in which everyone goes out for walks. I was out myself, to meet with a friend and have a stroll in the local Botanical Garden and I was in a hurry when I noticed two gorgeous guys approaching. They were both staring at me (everybody was, I guess the bow was a little too much) and as they passed me by, they smiled. I smiled back, cockily even. Then I slipped, I twisted my ankle and threw myself against the building on my left so as not to fall on my hands and knees before the guys. In that moment I just closed my eyes waited for them to pass me so I could lay down on the ground and wait for it to swallow it together with my shame. My cheeks are burning from embarrassment as I’m typing and I wish I could hide under the blanked and avoid coming out for a while.
Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit, I mean, there are way worse stuff happening in this world, I know, I know, but I feel terrible about it. Hopefully my fuck up will make you feel better about anything embarrassing you’ve been through today

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