When I did a cognitive-behavioural therapy workshop last year, one of the things we had to do was a “shame-attack” task. Basically it involved doing something you think is embarrassing and evaluate how it goes. I had gone to a nice restaurant and had dinner by myself on a Friday night. The aim of the exercise is almost to show that either people don’t care about you to pay attention, and even if they do, you survive something you think is embarrassing (because in our heads, something embarrassing equals something so catastrophic).
Anyway, the reason I am telling you this…
I had an impromptu shame-attack exercise an hour ago.
I was returning home from work and stopped at the local bottle-shop to buy a couple of bottles of red wine. Anyway, found my two bottles of McGuigan’s Merlot and took it up to the counter.
Paid for it.
The girl put it in the paper bag.
I picked up the paper bag.
Some paper from top of the paper bag was all that was left in my hand. Everything else on the floor. Red wine leaking flowing out of two broken glass bottles.
And all eyes on me.
You know that feeling where you wish you could rewind the last few seconds? I had it then.
But the two girls at the counter were really nice about it. They said it happens all the time. I just kept apologising over and over and over…
They said I could go back and get two more bottles and didn’t have to pay for it. (Which surprised me…considering I did break the bottles!)
I guess it could have been worse. It could have been a bottle-o that was as crowded as a supermarket.
In the end, as embarrassing as it was, I survived it.
Now just to see if I can face them again!
Until next time,