Johnny’s World: One in a Million
Falls Church News-Press: “So, how are you?”
“Fine thanks. I’m so excited to be here.”
“You, er, were great, er, with your fashion at the Olympics.”
“Thank you so much! It was such a honor to be there.”
“Oh, ok, nice meeting you!”
This little conversation may seem completely benign. Essentially it is, however it begat the inspiration for this column. I have learned, not for the first time, but certainly the first time I’ve noticed, that the worst thing in the world is not to be embarrassed yourself, but to have to be in the presence of someone who is so utterly embarrassed for and by you that they start stuttering like a star struck young girl.
This conversation was with a 50-something gentleman who worked on the stage crew of a television appearance I was doing. The conversation was innocuous enough. The awkward gentleman was no different than most people I meet in my life’s goings on, aside from the fact that he was embarrassed, not just nervous. That morning, nude photographs of me were released to the tabloids of America.
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