Every person I know has a certain social situation that makes them squirm. That circumstance that you try to avoid as much as possible but, sooner or later, you have to suck it up and deal with. Well for me there is one thing in particular that makes me blush ... or should I say flush. I hate people knowing that I need to go to the bathroom. Especially men. It's like I'm stuck in the middle ages where people believed that women were these miraculous creatures that had none of the natural bodily functions of their male counterparts. If I am in somebody's house who I do not know very well, I would rather practice my kegel exercises than ask them where their toilet is. And god forbid that person is a man!
When I arrived at my new internship at the beginning of the year, I spent the whole first day watching to see how often people went to the toilet - creepy, I know! And if I went in and there was someone in the stall next to me, I would wait for them to leave so that they wouldn't hear me wee. Luckily, as my time here has progressed, I have slowly begun to get used to the environment and am no longer so embarrassed about going to the toilet throughout the day. Thanks to the copious amounts of water that I drink, however, I still feel as though I visit the porcelain telephone more often than everybody else and occasionally I have slight stage fright when I know that a coworker is waiting for the toilet that I'm using.
I still have no idea why I blush when I flush, but it does make me feel really ridiculous and medieval at times. Especially when I'm in a man's house and I end up spending the entire afternoon in discomfort merely for the sake of my pride/insanity/obsession. So next time we're somewhere new and I surreptitiously whisper to you, 'Do you know where the bathroom is?', please avoid yelling across the crowded room to the male host that Karen needs to go pee. We all have our own craziness and this is mine!