How many times have you seen someone blush? I mean really blush out of embarrassment or uneasiness?
The reason I ask is because in the last few years I’ve noticed a trend in most of the published works I read.
‘Cheeks go pink’, ‘face grows warm’, ‘heat rises’, ‘turns crimson’, ‘shamefaced’, ‘red ears’…blushing.
Which, honestly, I find kind of odd. I mean, you can sort of expect it in period books- especially regency romance where everyone is blushing at the drop of a hat.
But when a modern-day headstrong, sarcastic, confident hero/heroine blushes about something stupid, it makes you wonder doesn’t it? Just how and when blushing is necessary or appropriate?
I’ve seen kids blush when they’re the center of attention and don’t like it. I’ve seen teens blush if being ridiculed in front of someone they have a crush on or admire.
I hate to admit this, but I am a total blusher. Which in my opinion is kind of weird and totally unfair.
I’m a pretty confident person. I don’t mind being the center of attention…that’s never made me blush. Crushes never made me blush. Nor any kind of sexual innuendo (pfft)
I’m more of a ‘one on one’ blusher. I usually blush when talking to one person, in most cases a perfect stranger.
You see, I suffer from this thing called ‘Foot in Mouth Disease’, which I apparently inherited from my mother. It’s like my mouth goes on auto-pilot and my brain is just one step behind - -much too late to save me from saying some of the stupidest things on the planet. And in front of strangers, no less.
(*side note- This explains why I still haven’t mastered the feminine and masculine in French and probably never will. My mouth simply does not have time to stop and think about the sexual connotation of an inanimate object.)
So what happens? The stupid thing slips out. But I could totally make a recovery- turn it into a joke, or just change the subject- making the person in front of me forget about my momentarily breech of etiquette, humor, morals, esteem or whatever else I’ve lost in their eyes in that mere second. But alas, I get that slight twinge in my gut and I know its coming.
The tops of my cheeks go first. Just a little warmth. And then I think ‘Oh shit, I’m blushing. I’m blushing. I’m blushing. I’m blushing. I’m blushing. I’m blushing. I’m blushing. Oh no, their gonna see it. They can tell I’m getting redder. Nooooooo!!’
It really is like a snowball effect. I blush harder because I know I’m blushing. It’s a vicious cycle. And before you know it, my face isn’t just red, it’s, like throbbing. A red glowing beacon.
And in the meantime, here I am, just trying to hold onto the conversation while perspiration starts to form on my upper lip, my face pumps with the rhythm of my heartbeat and the person in front of me is cocking their head to the side, probably wondering how I’ve achieved the unique blood red pigment and if my ears really are turning purple.
Does this happen to anyone else? Cause from where I’m standing, the only people it happens to live in the literary world…. How many people have you really seen blush in your life and what was the situation that brought it on?