People don't really understand, but having people stare, and point, and take pictures, even if it is in a positive framework, is quite isolating; there's no two ways about it. You feel a little bit, you know, freakish.
It's very embarrassing to be put on the spot.
Embarrassment is the worst! It's the feeling of having your entire body go numb and not knowning what to do with yourself for that one moment
It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.
He who is ashamed would like to force the world not to look at him, not to notice his exposure. He would like to destroy the eyes of the world.
I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.
Embarrassment felt a lot like eating chili peppers. It burned in the back of your throat and there was nothing you could do to make it go away. You just had to take it, suffer from it, until it eased off.
If people are watching me 365 days a year, 360 days they might be bored to tears. And on the other five days, maybe I would qualify as Satan.
It's difficult to feel that people are looking at you in the street. I don't like the fuss.
Dishonesty makes me feel vulnerable.
I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.
It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.
Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.
Everybody in Spain is sick of me. But in America, there's curiosity about the new kid on the block who doesn't speak English very well. The attention makes me feel vulnerable, which is something I hadn't felt in a while. But I like it.
I'm still vulnerable and still weak.
If embarrassment were a muscle, I'd be huge.
Not having all the information can make me feel vulnerable.
I think in some ways it makes me feel uncomfortable, just getting a bunch of attention. I'd rather just stay chill and kind of lay low.
I feel vulnerable when I am underprepared. This applies to underpreparedness with just about anything, especially work.
It's like I somehow snuck a seat at the grown-up table. I'm just trying not to get caught.
I know how much embarrassment hurts, and I love it as a theme because you can keep digging a hole. It's just an endless well, embarrassment.
