Aging embarassment, or lack thereof

Another day is another number added to the pile of days before it, and I realize this one thing to be true: its really hard to embarass me anymore. When did embarassment die? It might have died in the numerous falls from horses(in front of people, so there was no way to overlook the spills, chills and thrills, much less forego even mentioning those events). Or maybe I don't get embarassed because I just don't care anymore. About the only time I feel embarassment is for other people, because they are doing things...but feel no remorse for their actions. For example:

I have seen too many giggling coeds down at the local watering holes, pushing on each other as they hunt for an available male. All I can think when I see those predatory girls is: How embarassing! To totally subsume my personality into the social expectations, that would be a slow death of self. Yet these girls at ecstatic at the opportunity to prove that physical attraction is more important than actually knowing and respecting your future partner. Perhaps they are right, since the liason they are after is exceedingly temporary. When the duration of the encounter is one night only, to be followed by at least a week of recriminations and gossiping friends...perhaps the physical is the only quality to persue...at least then you may have some bragging rights.

To those girls, I wish good hunting. To the males in this town, I wish good luck...hiding!