I’m afraid of humiliation. Pretty much above and beyond all other fears, and even though I realize it’s not rational, I am. Reading gapingvoid’s suggestions on how to be creative (really great stuff) made me wonder if my fear of humiliation had taken root too strongly in my adult years to ever get back to being truly creative. I hope not.

I went to the gym last Sunday (a week ago) for the first time in years, and really for the first time with resolute intentions of doing my body some good. Like anyone approaching 30, I’ve got a few more pounds than I ought to have, and as a geek my diet has largely consisted of fast food and soft drinks for far too long. Being that I have a 1 year old that just learned to walk, and I’m an aspiring beer league hockey player, I really just need to get myself into shape.

It took a ridiculous amount of courage to convince myself to get up and go to the gym. Why? I had all sorts of reasons for procrastinating, but they all really came down to the fact that I was afraid of humiliating myself.

  • I don’t have the right clothes. (What if people think I look funny?)
  • I don’t know how to use the machines. (What if people notice I’m not a pro at this?)
  • I don’t know my way around. (What if people get annoyed with me?)
  • I don’t know what to do when I’m there. (And God knows, I’m not going to ask anyone!)
  • In retrospect, it was reasonable to be fearful, but not for any of the reasons listed here. What I should have been afraid of was the unbearable pain that I was to experience the next day. To say I “overdid itâ€? would be a gross understatement. What I really did was render my entire upper body completely useless and pain-filled.

    The irony here is of course that for the past week I’ve been walking around avoiding moving my arms or upper body whenever possible. So, while I was afraid of looking like an complete idiot in front of a bunch of strangers at the gym, instead I ended up looking like a complete idiot in front of my family, friends and colleagues. For some reason I kind of liked it – not the pain and humiliation, but the surviving of both.

    If you’re looking for me tomorrow evening, I’ll be at the gym.

    Humiliation: The harder you try, the dumber you look. From www.despair.com.