This is a tale about how Bob became Embarrassed:

Bob once lived with a group of friends, two boys and a girl. And for Bob, at that moment in time, life was good. The bills were evenly being distributed and paid, his job was going as well as it could, and he was having relations with a girl that shared many of his interests. Few hiccups would occur amongst his roommates and when were was any altercation, they would be adults about it and solve it accordingly. Bob didn’t see any reason to move out or any reason to change this wonderful time in his life.

Then, a Saturday Party was planned.

All of their friends, significant others, and friendly co-workers were invited to this gathering of people. It was BYOB, but Bob liked making different alcoholic punches with hard-liquor and concoctions that would mask the amount of alcohol in said beverages. As people began to show up, Bob began to drink some of his punches. He had experience in mixing his old recipes, and his lady friend was coming by to visit and possibly spend the night so he wanted to be in the mood for socialization. After a few drinks and talking to some of his known and unknown guests, he gets a text from his girl that reads:

“can’t come over tonight.”

Bob replied and asked why she couldn’t come over.

“i just can’t. stop being so clingy.”

Bob was crushed. Maybe it was perhaps that he had hung out with her twice last week or that he added her as a friend on a social media website too soon, but this overbearing attachment was news to him. So Bob decided to do what he knew best. He began to drink his own punch at a faster rate than casually sipping. He was slurring his words to people when he reiterated quotes from movies relevant to a conversation about romantic comedies. He had stumbled around when he got up from the floor after placing third out of four people in a Mario Kart racing game. He had grown louder as he was running around his house, now without a shirt on and was pointing at random guests and whistling to them.

Bob was trying to be calmed down by his roommates and coaxed into being less active. He wouldn’t take any of their advise and then called out to the party to see if anyone wanted to play a drinking game. A few of his friends heartily yelled back a resounding yes. So, Bob cleared the kitchen table and spread out a circle of playing cards around. Both male and female players sat down around Bob and the girl to Bob’s left began the game. The first card drawn was “Never Have I Ever” and the girl began her confession.

“Never have I ever had sex with more than one person.”

A few people had to take a drink, including Bob as he smiled warmly at all of the people around the table. The turn continued, this time falling to a guy.

“Never have I ever…um…uhh…eaten sushi.”

Many people at the table let out a gasp of disbelief as they sipped their drink. Bob had engulfed his drink after this question and helped himself to his fifth cup of his drinks, mixing different punches to get a radical flavor. He sat back down and the round progressed with a girl now on the spot.

“Never have I ever seen…a real-life penis.”

The table fell silent as all of them drank each of their drinks. Bob started to giggle and then asked, “do you mean never as in not even on the internet? Or just from personal experience?” “I mean personal experience,” she replied, “I’m not a prude, I just haven’t found the right guy I want to see naked.” People were nodding in agreement as the next guy beside her began his turn.

“Never have I ever been in love.”

A few people were sipping their drinks as Bob scoffed towards the statement. He’d drank his beverage as the others did, but then decided to engulf the entire amount to finish off the drink. It was now Bob’s turn as he got up and helped himself to the last of each of the drinks he made, and he whipped around and

“Never have I ever felt like my life was going anywhere.”

Everyone was looking around as the group all drank their drinks except for Bob. He had paused for a moment and then chugged his beverage, throwing the plastic cup against the floor and stood where he chair was.

“But is that the way life has to be? Do we always have to think that we have to be going someplace to really progress?”

A few people shook their heads as Bob continued.

“The life of each and everyone of us is a spark. A light. Something that is lit and burns until we go out. Do we inhale the oxygen to make up more powerful? Do we look for fumes and flammable material to make ourselves burn brighter? Of course we do. We take chances and fuck friends and jump over iron-clad fences for the next adventure. We won’t sit down for some sad serenity when we can fuck something up with our hands and bare feet.”

People started to come into the room and really listen to Bob as he spoke, his shirt still nowhere to be found.

“I’ll will take all of you on a journey to the center of this world. It’s warm and old and still glowing. Filled with newspapers from the summer of 1958 and toasters that you poured water into. The road there is littered with used pacifiers and jagged, steel splinters that could hurt our hearts. But do we care?”

The crowd cheered, “No!”

“We move on! We continue our progression! We…oh god…”

And at the last amplified word, Bob’s eyes grew wide as he ran for the front door. Bu this time, everyone at the party was listening to Bob and moved out of his way to then follow him. The entire party that followed him all boo’d at Bob’s arching back as he vomited all over the front lawn. Bob then fell to the ground after some hiccups of bile regurgitated from his stomach. People walked back inside to continue the party as Bob laid there amidst his own stomach contents and his newly found wet pants, realizing he had pissed on himself before blacking out to end his night.

And that is the story of how Bob became Embarrassed.