I feel slightly ashamed of myself, and it’s not just because I’m not doing what I should be doing. I know that in about two hours I’m going to do a presentation that I am only half-way through, and it’s not even well done. This is bad. This is very bad. I don’t know what I’m going to do about this, because I’ve got about a half an hour to finish four slides on L’Encyclopedie by Diderot and D’Alembert. Don’t correct me if I spelled it wrong, I’m nervous and I can’t handle criticism. But back to my shame. It goes deeper than bad spelling and dreadful procrastination. Oh, no, it’s something that I can’t articulate in public. It’s about… pokemon.
See? I can’t even capitalize it. That’s how bad it is. I have a confession to make: I sang the Pokemon theme song with L. this morning. That’s not even what’s shameful. (Although singing it is pretty embarassing). No. What’s embarrassing is that I actually remember it. How could I? How long has it been since it first came out? I had so many little Pokemon cartriges… My special edition Pokemon yellow GameBoy… BUT I REMEMBER THE SONG! That is so wrong! That is wrong on so many levels! That is not right! I feel like I should crawl under this table.
Oh, well. Maybe the shame will disappear. Much unlike the shame of being found out about my Superman boxers. Now that’s embarassing.
