embarassmentS

Out of embarassment, I don\’t want to leave my apartment. Ever.

This is so silly. Just an accidental calling of the wrong names. Who knew that the two Kenneths at work had different last names? Sure, I can blame it on the naming system. How they let one kenneth have the e-mail address kenneth@ and the other kwong@ But how was I supposed to know. Maybe I should have actually read the patch page.

I know this kind of embarassment shrunk me down into a puddle in high school. When I would make a huge mistake, I\’ll take it…too deeply. Then I would be unable to complete any other tasks for the entire day.

This is a sign that I am not that good at taking criticism. Or not? Maybe just obvious mistakes punch my self-esteem so fast that I just can\’t breathe, just can\’t do anything. Then once I wake up the following day, all is better.

Now here\’s a thought. If I never went to sleep, would I ever recover? It is interesting how I often rely on the night to \”heal\”. To wash away all the mistakes and accidents. Just by one night. Because when the sun rises again, it\’s a brand new day. And not to mention, people forget things very easily.

I just…must…brave the world.