A Synonym of Disaster

In my lifetime of being a socially-awkward, walking and breathing catastrophe I've had my fair share of mind-boggling situations. Starting off at the age of 4, when I, by accident, chewed a glass cup at a seaside restaurant, I knew it would be a wild ride for me- having to learn how to cope with unhealthy dosages of shame.
I won't go anywhere near mentioning all my cock-ups, just because that is almost a herculean task. Anyways, my memory has taken care of the most disastrous occasions and deleted them for good. Yet, I get those sweaty moments at a late night,when I go through my most unintentionally shameful moments.
There was this one time when I broke one of my brother's miniature airplane models. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to look at it up close. However, my accidental carelessness, always stirs up some kind of righteous family wrath, not pointed towards me of coarse. It's as if all my family walks into an episode of frenzy and they shout, swear and spit, synchronised . That's about the time, when I already feel guilty and try to find a place to hide whatever I had broken. It never really works, the hiding part. And then it was that other time when I ACCIDENTALLY set two eggs on fire,while frying them. I tried to hide my traces but it turned out smoke and flakes of soot aren't easily made invisible. As a result, my parents had a fight that lasted a week. So, you get the point.
And here I am, whining about not being trusted with, you know, things. Somehow my grandma still believes if I wash the dishes, she'll have to go out and by new ones.
You may not believe it but all of the above-said is not what I wanted to write about. It was actually that awkward moment, when you meet with acquaintances and you kiss on the cheek. The one always tries to kiss the other cheek, the other- not. And where does that leave you? Halfway through a socially sloppy tradition?! That's why I'm a hugger. Oh, I just remembered another embarrassing situation...Yep, turns out my mind hadn't taken care of them all. Well, I'll leave some of it for the next time I feel the need to openly bring shame to myself, again.

Live long and prosper, my friends. You'll need it!