You know these moments that are so uncomfortable, so
embarrassing, that you can feel the air stretching and you
just wanna stretch right with it? You shift your weight from
foot to foot, over and over again, you grasp your pants, or
your shirt, or that little (or big) lump of fat on your
hips, or the back of your thigh, and you squeeze real hard,
just hoping the moment will pass. You look around, anywhere
just not at them. You smile a really stupid smile, the kind
of smile that doesn't know what's it doing here and what to
do with itself now that it's here. You scratch the wall, you
try to blend with the wall, you try to shrink yourself to
nothing, you try to make the earth swallow you... and then,
it is over. A great wave of relief flows over you, but it
can't erase the memory of the scene that had just taken
place, and that horrible, icky feeling remains. Then you
bang your head against the wall, out of furstration. Or at
least, that's what I did.