#85 š¬ A level of CRINGE which cannot be matched š¦
Unbearable cringe of my own making
Waiting in line at the book signing for David Sedarisā Auckland show was torture in slow motion. It wasnāt semitropical humidity or nervousness that was making me sweat ā it was dread, of the unfathomably cringeworthy act I was about to commit. It was too late to back out. All I could do was wait in this slow-moving line for it to happen.
A month earlier Iād had an idea. After attending David Sedarisās show with my wife Vic, instead of having him sign one of his books for me, Iād give him a signed copy of my book. Only I didnāt have a book. So over the course of a month I hastily edited a small collection of previous work I thought David might like, and had it printed and bound.
When I get caught up in an idea, deeply committed to the headlong pursuit of its conclusion, I sometimes neglect the most important question:
Is this a good idea?
