Embarrassment
The Fart Story
One would think after thirteen years, an embarrassing moment would simply fade away from the conscious mind into obscurity. But that’s just not how the human mind works – in fact, on a random day, you could be hit with a sudden wave of cringe. The feeling of wanting to hide under a rock and disappear from the face of the Earth. My experience left a scar for life etched in my brain. I have never told a single soul, nobody, I mean nobody knows, its top secret. Just the fact that I am talking about it now is almost inducing an anxiety attack. All these emotions are rushing to the surface now, but it’s time to tell my story because, I mean, why not? So here it goes. It’s time to tell the world the fart story… I low-key hope no one reads this, fingers crossed.
By Brenda Tello5 years ago in Confessions
Sliding Doors
My face blazed with humiliation. I could feel the heat smoldering from underneath my crimson cheeks. My eyes were focused on the sliding doors. I watched with distress as they opened, then tried to close, then opened again. They were clearly confused as half my body was on the sensor prompting them to do their job. I tried to untangle the mess I was in, all the while focusing on the perplexed doors. The smell of hot concrete and bubble gum filled my senses as I noticed a wad of chewed up Hubba Bubba uncomfortably close to my cheek. My eyes, frantic and confused, glanced around at all my personal belongings; once tucked safely in my bag, now scattered amongst the dirt and asphalt. I could see the shoes of bystanders as they walked around me. I am sure a multitude of thoughts were running amuck as they stared down at the embarrassing mess displayed at their feet. Embarrassment was an understatement. The only thing I could think as I felt their eyes burning a hole into the back of my head was “Please! For the love of all that is holy…do not acknowledge my existence!”
By LeAnn Andrews5 years ago in Confessions
The Fishbowl Moment
Have you ever noticed how most children’s sections in libraries are like a fishbowl? Plenty of glass for you to see the rest of the library and for the rest of the library to see you. Well my most embarrassing moment happened in said fishbowl.
By Abigail Hult5 years ago in Confessions
To the Young Woman Whose Ass I Drunkenly Smacked
To the young woman whose ass I drunkenly smacked on the people-mover at Universal four years ago: I’m so, so sorry. It was my birthday weekend and I had spent the night at Rising Star in City Walk singing karaoke with my husband and a few friends. To say I was drunk is an understatement – I barely remember our interaction that night. What I do remember, however, is extremely cringeworthy.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Confessions
The day I was the laughing stock in gym class
This particular challenge is bringing back cringe-worthy memories that I had not thought about in decades. Today I am sharing 3 incidents related to PE class where I ended up the goat. The first one was during 4th grade when the class went outside to play kickball. I had never played this game before and if the rules were given to the class I guess I was not paying attention. We were on a field and somehow it was my turn to kick the ball. I kicked at the ball and my foot missed. I felt like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulled the football out from under him.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Taking a Tumble
I’m a very clumsy person. I’ve fallen backwards off a couch (how does that even happen?), I’ve faceplanted while bowling (caught on video too, lucky me!) and I’m queen of that awkward dance that happens when you pass a stranger on the street. My clumsiest moment to date, however, happened in college.
By Soomimuu5 years ago in Confessions
Flirting 101
Embarrassing moments, I have had quite a few. The moments where you are frozen in time, wondering who exactly caught this horrifying incident in your life. I’ve done it all. Tripped and fallen flat on my face with a crowd of strangers watching. Flashed my almost bare bum walking into Walmart one windy day, thanks to the great idea of wearing my favorite skirt and my pretty black thong. All of which, while embarrassing, are incidents which happen to us all. They are moments we can laugh and walk away from, well eventually. More importantly we can learn from them and hopefully not repeat them in the future. When we are running down a long flight of stairs, we hold the railing for dear life. When wearing our best flowy skirt, we do not wear a thong. In fact, since that day, I don’t believe I have ever worn another thong. Easy enough right? Then there are the mistakes, the big regrets, that are not so easy to fix. The ones that live in your brain and pop up every so often and make us hang our heads with a little shame. For me these are the incidents when my brain and my mouth do not match up. When whatever it is that connects the two decides to have a little vacation and leaves me wide eyed, trying to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.
By Carolyn Deir5 years ago in Confessions
Train mishap
Whilst as a junior office worker in the City of London, one of our salesmen won a very big deal - so big that he took the whole company out to the pub one afternoon. We were drinking, and I was sent to the bar multiple times to get more beer. The bar was selling the beer in jugs, and as it took a while to fill each jug with Fosters, I asked for a sneaky pint to be able to drink at the bar (as quickly as I could), whilst waiting. I then carried 4 jugs back to the table, often to have them immediately emptied, and then I had to return to the bar again to get more. Again, as I was young - and free beer is free beer - I sculled down another pint of Fosters as a reward for my waiter duties. The afternoon became evening, and I was then told that people were drinking straight from the jugs, and that I needed to up the pace of delivery. The barman then told me that the bar tab was now over 1000 pounds - which to me was around a month's salary. I then went to tell the celebrating salesman, ushering him to me as I thought this was a private conversation to be had. He put his arm around me (he was a big and sweaty gentleman in a waistcoat), and told me that his commission for the deal was 100,000 pounds, and that he was happy to let it go to 3000. So, I was excited at more free beer, and then switched to drinking a jug whilst I waited for the other jugs to be filled. As the evening wore on, I eventually had enough time to stand with the rest of the staff for a few moments, and was laughing at their stories.
By Christian Wickham5 years ago in Confessions
The Things I'll Do for Money
I'm going to start this story off by making it clear that I am a college graduate. Now, anyone who has been a college student knows that there are plenty of times throughout college where money is tight. A job becomes a must, or some other way to make a buck here or there. Now, for someone who has reasonable anxiety when it comes to putting myself out there, there isn't much I wouldn't have done in college to make a quick dollar.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Confessions
Two Dates in One Night!
"Y-You look amazing", he said. "Why, thank you David, you don't look bad yourself", I responded. As he held the car door open for me, I sat down, and waited for him. He went around, opened his door and as soon as he got inside the car I was smacked by his hypnotizing smell. He always had a breathtaking scent, even after gym class. It’s a combination of detergent and a subtle but exotic, masculine smell. Whatever it was, I loved it.
By Madelyne Reynoso5 years ago in Confessions
