When I was little, i was painfully shy, i didnt like sleep overs, i hated birthday parties i hated strangers, and being away from my family was painful. i hid behind my sisters leg for possibly ever (she is 9 years older than me) and she.. isnt shy. it was hard growing up being that shy, i didnt want to go in stores alone.. my mother once drove to wawa, and made ME go inside and get milk, i thought i was going to die, i cried, my heart pounded i wanted to vomit. yeah yeah, i was just getting milk but you dont understand that, that required me standing in front of someone, and have to interact with them in some way, and in my own 8 year old mind that was death.
i was more than likely about 10, maybe younger i had a set of days of the week underwear.. oh stop you had them too! and i LOVED them, i wore wednesday on wednesday, monday on monday, it was FANTASTIC! one day i had on my wednesday pair, they were white with green lettering. my sister had taken me to the high school for whatever reason, and we were in the gym she was talking to someone... who? i still dont know but its not the point, she kept saying "car.. wednesday" over and over and i had no idea what she was talking about, and her friend thought she was bonkers (she is.. but thats another story) she repeated this like 8-9 times and i just stared at her blankley... and i kept thinking today ISNT wednesday its saturday you crazy broad!
eventually she gave up, and said "FUDGE(nick name she gave me years ago) YOUR ZIPPER IS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
i almost passed out, it was horrible! here we are IN PLUBIC which is horrible enough for me, and she is talking to someone SHE knows, but to me is a total stranger, this was my nightmare, and my fly is down? so i zip it up, and i know im red, and id like to just die right there, i may as well who cares? this guy just saw my days of the week underwear, and for a 10 year old, that is instant death at least for a girl, who would rather pull out her eye lashes then have to be around someone she doesnt know in public... after that my sister says "so next time im just going to say the days of the week, so youll know your zipper is down,and you wont get embarrassed!" GENIUS i thought! NO ONE WILL KNOW! works for me... it never happened again... but to this day, if someone randomly says a day of the week, (or at least i didnt hear someone ask what the day is.. or what have you) i feel my self checking to see if my fly is down, ive been scarred ya'll!!!!! the days of the week are a constant reminder of some strange guy, in the middle of the high school gym, seeing my days of the week underwear, which at the time for me were the greatest thing in existence, but some strange guy, childish and i already made a fool of myself by hiding behind my sister.. now he saw my undies i left a piece of me in that gym... my dignity.
so if you are ever in that high school and youre in the gym and you see some thing hiding beind the bleachers trying to avoid eye contact... its my dignity and it has my wednesday underwear, just ignore it, please dont add insult to injury, poor thing has been through enough.
i was more than likely about 10, maybe younger i had a set of days of the week underwear.. oh stop you had them too! and i LOVED them, i wore wednesday on wednesday, monday on monday, it was FANTASTIC! one day i had on my wednesday pair, they were white with green lettering. my sister had taken me to the high school for whatever reason, and we were in the gym she was talking to someone... who? i still dont know but its not the point, she kept saying "car.. wednesday" over and over and i had no idea what she was talking about, and her friend thought she was bonkers (she is.. but thats another story) she repeated this like 8-9 times and i just stared at her blankley... and i kept thinking today ISNT wednesday its saturday you crazy broad!
eventually she gave up, and said "FUDGE(nick name she gave me years ago) YOUR ZIPPER IS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
i almost passed out, it was horrible! here we are IN PLUBIC which is horrible enough for me, and she is talking to someone SHE knows, but to me is a total stranger, this was my nightmare, and my fly is down? so i zip it up, and i know im red, and id like to just die right there, i may as well who cares? this guy just saw my days of the week underwear, and for a 10 year old, that is instant death at least for a girl, who would rather pull out her eye lashes then have to be around someone she doesnt know in public... after that my sister says "so next time im just going to say the days of the week, so youll know your zipper is down,and you wont get embarrassed!" GENIUS i thought! NO ONE WILL KNOW! works for me... it never happened again... but to this day, if someone randomly says a day of the week, (or at least i didnt hear someone ask what the day is.. or what have you) i feel my self checking to see if my fly is down, ive been scarred ya'll!!!!! the days of the week are a constant reminder of some strange guy, in the middle of the high school gym, seeing my days of the week underwear, which at the time for me were the greatest thing in existence, but some strange guy, childish and i already made a fool of myself by hiding behind my sister.. now he saw my undies i left a piece of me in that gym... my dignity.
so if you are ever in that high school and youre in the gym and you see some thing hiding beind the bleachers trying to avoid eye contact... its my dignity and it has my wednesday underwear, just ignore it, please dont add insult to injury, poor thing has been through enough.