…..I walked into the display room and instinctively knew that every eye in the crowded place was trained upon me, yeah, that’s right, purely on lil’ ol’ me! All those people were thinking that I was the biggest imbecile in our whole fuckin’ Universe, and I must confess that I didn’t blame them one scintilla for their derogatory attitudes either; I would’ve been thinking the exact same thing had I been inhabiting someone else’s skin during that transcendent moment. Yet I had to remain brazenly confident or, rather, struggle to project an unmistakable air of brazen confidence that I definitely wasn’t feeling at my core. Not the easiest thing to do, mind you, but the circumstances I faced that opprobrious day left me no other option, no face-saving alternative, no viable avenue of proxy behavior. I knew that I would just have to bide my time and settle for play-acting until a more gainful option came along…..IF a more gainful option eventually did come along. Truth is, I could only pray like Hell such a thing would happen…..and happen soon. Oh yes, oh my God, so fuckin’ fuckin’ SOON, I tell ya!!! Otherwise…..otherwise…..do any of my readers know if there have been any documented cases of an otherwise healthy individual dying from sheer embarrassment?…..
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