To clarify, because we all know this is going to come up.
I’m having trouble describing the feeling wherein:
- You say something nice about someone you admire (assuming they will never hear or acknowledge you),
- and then they pop out of nowhere and say thank you,
- and you’re so surprised that they
- are present
- and heard you
- and said something back
- that you have the overwhelming urge to run up a tree and hide in its branches until everyone has left and it’s safe to come back down
(without using the word “dork,” because there’s nothing here that merits a pejorative)
My friend said, “I’m sure there’s a German word for it.”
So I tried, unsuccessfully, to translate “the spooked cat climbs a tree in which to blush,” into German, so I stuck with the English.
In conclusion, if you ever hear me mumbling that phrase, “spooked cat climbs the blushing tree,” it means I am starstruck and trying to recover.