Here is another memory from one of my loyal readers and cyber-pal, Melissa.  I wanted to laugh, cry, and cringe in sympathy when I first read this:

“Birks”, by Melissa

Determined to study out-of-state, I didn’t really know anyone my first semester at college.

We were all required to enroll in a freshman seminar course that consisted of community service projects and specific curriculum for overall thematic enrichment.  It was a great way to interact with fellow new students and pretty much be thrown together and see where it took us!

What I was thinking when I slipped on BIRKENSTOCK® sandals the morning of our first outreach event is beyond me!?

Just moments after sweeping an abandoned loft, the indentations on the sandals crafted and intended for comfort were literally overflowing with sweat puddles.

I kept dashing off to the restroom, only to find very thin toilet paper. I dabbed and dabbed and dabbed.

I remember thinking – had I only worn running shoes – no one would know have to know about this.

Or why couldn’t I just have said,  “Hey can I get a ride back to the dorm to change my shoes? My feet keep sweating.”

No big deal, right?

Wrong.

I was too ashamed.

It was humiliating.

What’s ironic is this particular course was based on anthropological studies.  Talk about a rite of passage!

Anyone else have a hyperhidrosis memory to share?  Just contact me!  It can have your first name attached, your full name, a pseudonym, or “anonymous”.  Getting memories out of your head feels great, believe me!