Embarrassment
Twin Trip.
You know that feeling when your in a relationship with someone who is just so perfect for you, you like the same movies, foods, you make each other laugh, they even kinda look like you, all your friends like them, your the perfect couple in your friend group. Naturally you then move in together, get to know each other’s families, get a plant together, maybe even a puppy ( a practice kid really but you don’t actually ever say that because that would look needy and clingy, even though you both treat the dog like a child baby) Then you get to the level of showering together at first it’s sexy, then it’s clinical... now your watching each other pee and poop, by this stage you have automatically reached this very specific level of comfort where you just assume your going to be together forever and ever... and ever.
By Azizi Donnelly5 years ago in Confessions
The Power of a Little Red Fabric
When I was sixteen years old, I decided to play football. That doesn't sound all too riveting, I'm aware, considering millions of sixteen-year-olds play football every year in America. But the catch was that I was a sixteen year old girl. And I did do it—play, that is. When I turned seventeen, I became the varsity placekicker and was the only girl on the team, the only girl to play football in the school's history, and to my knowledge, the only girl to ever play in and score points in a New Jersey State championship football game.
By Abigail Lets5 years ago in Confessions
Double trouble travelling Route 66
I ‘recognised’ him when he walked into the coffee shop. A somebody. But I struggled to place him. We were in St Louis, just a few days into driving Route 66 with my friend Clare, east to west, Chicago to LA, many miles under our (seat) belt, having devoured pancakes and double shot coffees to fuel the mileage ahead.
By Mark Glover5 years ago in Confessions
Getting home from camping
It had been a fantastic weekend of camping with the girls. The pine trees surrounded us. The weather had been perfect, especially for the beach. There’s nothing like sitting on the beach, where it is not too crowded, all the space we had, just sipping on some Palm Bays.
By The Bastard Jack5 years ago in Confessions
The Tree
It was a dead-quiet weekday night, and I was safely tucked in my single- room dorm bed, scrolling through my phone. A while before, I shut all the lights off, only to leave the flame-colored desk lamp as the only source of light in the room. It was a comfortable setting after a day of hard work and a busy college schedule. The phone screen shone bright directly into my face while I checked the last late night posts on my social media feed before bed. Suddenly, the door to my balcony flung wide open, sending the curtains reeling uncontrollably into the room. My heart thundered inside my chest as I stared, frightened, at the gaping space between the inside of the room and the outside. Nothing had alerted me of a brewing storm in the middle of spring; nor had my weather app. I posed the phone on the nightstand and reluctantly got out of bed.
By Yvad Ssird5 years ago in Confessions
Poop, Goes the Weasel
At a very young age, I realized sooner than later that I wouldn't always get my way. Life has proven consistent in this aspect. The little things, you see. Anyway, the story I am about to tell you is a particularly humiliating one. I trust you, so, you must promise never to tell a soul. This is a story of how my dream of being a shy over-achiever came tumbling down in nursery 3.
By Eno Akpan5 years ago in Confessions
The Uninvited Visitor
Vicarious embarrassment (also known as secondhand, empathetic, or third-party embarrassment) is the feeling of embarrassment from observing the embarrassing actions of another person. Unlike general embarrassment, vicarious embarrassment is not caused by participating in an embarrassing event, but instead by witnessing (verbally and/or visually) another person experience an embarrassing event.
By Damilola5 years ago in Confessions
Unworthy Fondness
Recurring thoughts from the past don’t seem to phase me much. I’ve learned to just let it pass and get on with my day. For some reason, this one in particular plays in my head constantly or it did, at least. Let’s take it back to 6th grade where I thought I met the boy of my dreams, or at least I thought. Let’s call him B. It may just seem like I am about to tell you tales of puppy love, but it wasn’t just that. I’ve known what I wanted since I was young. I knew love was something that made me feel warm and gushy inside. I knew soulmates existed, I also knew I had all my life to find one when the time is right. School and growing up was the main thing to focus on. When I met B, it was like I met my best friend. He was sweet, warm, he seemed sensitive, he was also helpful. Most of all he seemed to have his mind. B was nice, but I’m sure he was raised to be nice, of course. He was just nice to ME. We would almost find a way to be near each other, or look at each other, whether it be walking in the halls, partnering up in class, or making silly faces at one another. I would sometimes catch him staring at me when I was near him. He brought natural feel-good energy, to what was becoming a good friendship in my head. I started to develop feelings. I felt like I was on cloud 9, and wanted him to know how I felt about him, without actually saying it. Bear then moved to a different middle school, which wasn’t far away just down the street. That caused the friendship to be put on halt, but since Facebook had become a thing we reconnected there, but it wasn’t the same. I decided to focus on my studies like I should have been doing. But when B had gotten a girlfriend, that’s when the steady stream of embarrassment and acts of desperation happened.
By Kelsey Charles 5 years ago in Confessions
No Regrets
NO REGRETS|CHALLENGES I find it very ironic that it is only 32 hours before this challenge ends that I am seeing it. It was only 48 hours earlier that I just revealed my most embarrassing moment to my son. It was surprising to me to have even talked about this cringing experience that happened nearly 47 years ago.
By Queen Bea5 years ago in Confessions
