Embarrassment
This is How Not To Take Things Personally.
“The most difficult thing for a man to do is to be himself in a world that is constantly trying to change him.” This is one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson. When we first start school, we are told to sit down and shut up. We are told not to run, don't misbehave, we are told to fit in. We are essentially told to not express ourselves in any way shape or form. If you have a little bit more energy than the average person as I did, we are rewarded with detention, or even worse, we are assigned four little letters that will define us for the rest of our academic life, which are: A-D-H-D.
By Raviraj Patil5 years ago in Confessions
Hanky Panky Hilarity
It’s a random Saturday night. Nothing special. Both kids are down for bed unusually early from their exhausting day of yardwork and play. I flop on the couch and look around wondering just what the hell I’m going to do with all of this free time I have. It’s like eight o’clock on a Saturday night and I can do whatever I want.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
Algorithms of a Break Up
I’ve attempted to re-create it, if that’s the correct word. I’m not sure about the terminology. I mean, I’m trying to basically de-construct the destruction or maybe reverse-engineer it. I don’t know. I mean can an event, a past event, be reverse-engineered or de-constructed? I’m going to attempt it. I have to.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Confessions
My hysterical work at home horror story....
So, like most people, I work at home. Gosh I'm so lucky! I get to wake up, get the kids off to school and head up to my home office. Today, being my mini Friday, I decide to go casual. Long tank top nightie it is! I'm workin’ in comfort! I sip my coffee and turn on my wax melts, throw open my windows, loving life and the smell of pumpkin spice, and the fact I work at home...all alone. Just me and my 6 doggies.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
A Flatulent Tale
Why is the “acute stress response” called the “fight-or-flight response”. It’s too polarised. Why not the “fight-or-flight-or-freeze response”? For the anxious person - this one at least - in most cases, when shit hit the fan, neither fight nor flight was my instant reaction. More often than not... I froze. But believe it or not one of the most mortifying moments in my life is also one of my proudest.
By Miguel Rodrigues Fonseca5 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Disrupted Cross-Channel Shipping
My life has often felt like a badly-written sitcom: Heavy on the embarrassment; light on the laughs. Whether it's relationship faux-pas, or sartorial missteps, or - biggest of all - hairdressing calamities, I've spent much of my time on this wonderful planet behaving like a comedic buffoon who's found himself trapped in a series of increasingly surreal situations. Only minus the laughter track.
By Christopher Donovan5 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Suffered A Near Fatal Fart Attack
If you suffer from an excess of flatulence, as I do, it can lead to some extremely hilarious, embarrassing moments. There is one thing you should never do when dealing with the public and that is because it tends to leave a very bad smell, if you know what I mean, except in this case it was all the sound and the fury without the whiff.Allow me to explain.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
Once Upon a Car Crash
You know, one of the many “fun” things about anxiety is that it makes everything embarrassing. Walking across the room? Embarrassing. Buying toothpaste? Embarrassing. I blinked once, and it was embarrassing (exaggeration? Maybe. Maybe not). Basically: I exist? How embarrassing.
By Katherine Scott5 years ago in Confessions
