Embarrassment (card 1)
Believe me when I say this. Shit happens. No matter how big or small, smelly or watery it is, It doesn’t matter. Shit is shit. But when it happens, Oh God please let it not find you in public. It might seem a small action but the embarrassment it causes can be big enough to make you contemplate suicide.
Public speaking is something people are born with. You just don’t wake up one day & start addressing people. You will be surprised with how frozen your mouth will be when you stand up holding a note book & not a single word will leave your mouth & yet your audience consists of only 15 of your classmates who you interact with everyday. That’s when you realize having 30 eyes looking directly at you has effect on you posture, body heat & general body language. But we can’t blame all that to lack of courage. Sometimes it is just that which you want to get across the audience is what turns out to be the poop.
Imagine rehearsing for a presentation for a whole month. Getting everything ready. Reciting your words &calculating all your steps. Buying new clothes for your presentation day &all is well & your wife kisses you goodbye as she wishes you the best in your presentation that will be watched worldwide. As a man, with all your confidence, you are ready to prove yourself as the sperm that won the tight race before inception & take up to the stage to give that all mighty presentation of a product no one has ever seen. you put everything in order & step up.You power on your presentation & display the best of eloquence which matches your calculated footsteps. With a big smile & sound of courage you roar through the hall & everybody is listening, exited & ready to seethe product you so gloriously talk about…. Then that time comes you need to power it on to demonstrate how it works & Hell breaks loose… It crushes or hung or worst case scenario, BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH.
You begin to fumble words nobody can hear. You remember you step mom telling you how shit you were.You punch the remote, look at your tablet, look at the audience & back to the failed machine. You are already sweating profusely & you shirt draws a V shape. Nothing seems to work as you cant see the technicians. Forgetting the mic is still own you silently say… I want to pee…..
Posted on August 28, 2013, in That's life and tagged Blue Screen of Death, Business, Business Services, Communications, diaznash, Education and Training, God, Public Speaking, Shit, worst case scenario. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.