Oh NO!!! REALLY? GASP!!!

I've gone my entire thirteen years without passing out. Not once. Not even close. I had no idea what it was like, no idea how terrifically humiliating it is to simply go limp and collapse on yourself in the middle of a public place... no idea whatsoever. Until today, of course.
One would think that of all places to pass out, the library would be one of the nicest. There's the chance that you'd wake up before anyone finds you. But no. Absolutely not. And if I wasn't unconscious as I fell, I was by the time I hit the ground. Take my word for it, the library is not the nicest place to pass out. Not only is it very VERY public, but you never really understand how narrow the rows of books are until you're lying sprawled between two of them, having hit your head on five or six on the way down.
It was ridiculously painful. One would think I of all people would be a little tougher than this. But NO. And that's not the half of it. Apparently, I was out for at least fifteen minutes. I'm not sure. I woke up surrounded by people, lying on a stack of books, with a throbbing pain in my head like someone trying to drill a whole with a jackhammer.  (Might I add that these were the pointy-edged, hard-backed books?)
I don't honestly think I've ever been more humiliated in my entire life. And considering some of the things people have done to me, some of the names I've been called, the jokes that have been made about me... that's saying quite a bit.

And let's not get me started about how I was sick in the bathroom of the library for another half hour before I could even stand up straight and haul myself out the doors without passing out again. And then as luck would have it, I had to ride my bicycle home. Ha-very-ha.
I looked like I had gone swimming in flour. Bleached, pale ghostly white. Actually, make that moldy flour. I'm positive I was slightly greenish too. Good lord, am I embarrassed!