Hello, Everything

So I am convinced that life is made up of an infinite amount of awkward moments that never stop, but only lull until another one smacks you in the face. Don't get me wrong, I love it when unexpected (and oftentimes stupid) things happen because they are awesome, and life would be incredibly boring without them, but really, some of them are so unnecessary.

In Drawing class for the past two weeks we've had a live nude model, and unfortunately today was the last day we'll be having a nude model. I am totally fine with that, because the human body is awesome and I am really interested in studying it. I think it's awesome that this 50+ year old guy can just walk into a class full of kids no older than 20 and just take his clothes off and hold uncomfortable poses for twenty minutes at a time. What I do not find awesome, however, is eye contact between me and a naked man that I don't really want to see naked. Ever.

I was sitting down on a special little easel, looking up at this guy and attempting to do the above posted drawing (which I admit must looks like total crap the more I look at it). He is just sitting on a stool, chilling with his leg up in front of his TOTALLY naked body, his man-parts just hanging out (pun intended) and there. All of a sudden, I look up from his torso and at his face (for some unholy reason), and I notice that he is looking DIRECTLY at me. Shocked, I just stared back for about five seconds before I felt my face turning bright red. Since everyone knows how that looks, I will let you picture that in your mind for a moment: me, sitting there with a bright red face, staring into the eyes of a naked stranger, and him staring back. 

Needless to say, next semester I will be taking an Anatomy/Life Drawing class, which means naked people every week. I need to remind myself to keep my eyes below the clavicle.

Life is beautifully awkward.