I would like to understand how I can be such a blushing wallflower and confident cynic at the same time. I can go from being full of self-belief, ready to insult someone to their face, and then within the blink of an eye I become completely needy and self-doubting with a crimson face and sweaty palms. Today I went through the whole gamut of emotions at the office of one of my freelance jobs, and managed to blush a record breaking 17 times throughout the day.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
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3 comments:
it would depend on what's making you blush? do you have to work in the buff for example?
Wow, I don't think I've ever blushed. Must be an English thing.
Carottes make my cheeks blush too, is that what you meant?
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