One of my finer moments. Why I felt the need to lean at that precise angle is not entirely clear to me. Embarrassing since 1995.
Turns out, embarrassing moments - not too hard to come by. Shall we blame my lack of understanding of Japanese culture and language? (Let's hope so, although the evidence above does suggest it may be inherent.)
Some moments have involved people, the public, a.k.a. level of embarrassment = high. And other times (less unfortunately), have been more personal events, just me and me, just for reliving in my mind, and when I'm ready, for sharing.
Fond lesson I recently learned: earthquakes are disorientating, it pays to know what to do before you are in one, and one should always assume that feeling the ground move is an earthquake, not a train.
In case you may not have guessed, I did not research how to recognise earthquakes, nor what to do in the case of them, prior to coming to Japan.
Hence, I am in the bathroom, and my husband is yelling at me to get in a door, and I proceed to roll onto the floor in the foetal position.
Naturally.
Memories. And obviously by disorientating, I mean really disorientating. (Or pregnant. We haven't really figured out what was going on inside my head at that time.)
More embarrassing stories involving bidets drenching me before interviews, and accidentally opening all the windows in a restaurant, will no doubt find their way here soon.
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