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The Professional Woman
Having a high powered career and a house full of children at the same time is never easy. Having a husband who is always out in the field with the military or collapsed on the couch from exhaustion makes the situation even tenser. The combination of five active children aged 12 and under, a military husband, and a very stressful technical career made my life too busy and complex, and led to a Most Embarrassing Moment.
By Nita Ostroff5 years ago in Confessions
Snotty-Nosed Brat
I was a challenging kid. I was often withdrawn, played with my toys a lot, was moody and emotional, and I could throw a temper tantrum like no one else. I was sensitive and awkward and had learned whether through nature or nurture to avoid conflict. Sure, I was bullied at school, but I was in the middle rungs of the social ladder. I often found it easier to get along with my teachers than my peers and I had a good rapport with most of them.
By Leif Conti-Groome5 years ago in Confessions
Best Party Ever
Part One: The Backstory I didn't know what I was missing. Okay, I'll start off by saying that I think I'm a pretty loyal person. When I like someone, there's really nothing to worry about. I'm pretty great at just sticking around for a long time and not doing anything that might even slightly bother the person I'm with. This included going to parties. During the first half of my freshman year, I was involved in a somewhat long distance relationship (we were 45 minutes apart, but, for two people who didn't have cars, that was a lot of distance). After about a month of school, I had miraculously made a few friends and one night they invited me to go to a karaoke event. That is all they said. Of course, I reply, "Yeah sure, why not?" because wow people want to hang out with me?
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
Memory Inventory Specialist
I’m what I like to call, a Memory Inventory Specialist. Picture a neat row of filing cabinets in my brain, each with its own little memory tab that I’ve categorized, alphabetized, colour-coded, the whole nine yards. Keep in mind, I have a knack for compartmentalization, so that’s the easy part; you sort the nostalgia, the romance, the life achievements, it’s all pretty simple. But every job has it’s catch-- its annoying boss, its difficult-to-work-with cubicle neighbor.
By Mina Wiebe5 years ago in Confessions
My Bad, Miguel
I am no stranger to embarrassment. My Sagittarius Sun and Gemini Moon pretty much guarantee that. I’m spontaneous and sarcastic, I’m garrulous, I’m moderate to high level impatient, and I’m very easily distracted. I explore broadly and I speak bluntly. I’m also 6’1” and have poor depth perception. Damn near perfect formula for cringeworthy misunderstandings, faux-pas, and mini-dramas.
By Birdy Rain5 years ago in Confessions
Dionysus’ Charge for Admission
All the stuff these fucks stole, why the frozen ribs too? This house is almost as wrecked as my body. So thirsty. Hungry too, but so much stomach pain I don’t know if eating anything heavy will work. I’ve had horrible hangovers before but this is on a whole new plane of existence. I’ve never gotten random pins and needles feelings from hangovers before. Oranges on the counter, maybe that’ll work? Fruit is healthy, oranges are wet, this might be just what I need. Fuck, it’s hard to even peel this thing with my trebling hands. The citrus smell is turning my stomach but it’s been turning since I woke up, and I gotta try something. Oooooooohhhhhhh, the juices filling my mouth in this first bite feel like life. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart from swallowing this. No more. What’s in the fucking frige? Cold pizza? This usually helps me with hangovers. Hhhhhhuuuuuuggggkkhh, bad idea.
By Mahduud5 years ago in Confessions
Gone
Gone “Three years!” Staring blankly out the window knees pulled to my chest on the wooden bench, despite the crisp rain scented breeze coming in from the lake, I feel as though the air is stagnant and oppressing. The sun as hidden as my smile behind storm clouds on the horizon. I see a tiny ship sailing and I am reminded of how much you loved being on the water.
By Casie Williams5 years ago in Confessions
I Left My Dad Without Saying Goodbye
Is making amends before someone dies always possible or necessary? For more than ten years of my life, I wanted to believe my dad did change. I felt it was my duty to build a relationship with him. His kidney problems then later a possible tumor influenced this decision. Never mind the unjustified wrath he poured out onto my mom, my first two brothers, and me when we all still lived with him.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
The Choice...
Imagine, tall, dark hair, fit, broad shoulders, the most gorgeous deep blue eyes you’ve ever seen, an insanely beautiful smile, literally the most gorgeous man. Everything about him is what I envisioned in my partner in life. Except wait for it…ahhh yes, of course he is married...
By Alisha Owens5 years ago in Confessions
Low Down Dirty Shame
Every adult has a horrific, gut wrenching, hell dwelling, embarrassing story from their childhood that has made them wish the neuralyzer from Men in Black was real. I happen to have one of those stories, so buckle up and prepare to have cringeworthy feelings arise. This all started when I was fifteen, at which point my was relatively boring, I had had a few embarrassing moments occur but most of which I was able to repress. Until that point, I pretty much had a handle on my life, as a kid I got hospitalized a lot with one sickness or another, or some new found allergy that had arisen.
By Tony Phiri5 years ago in Confessions
Awkward Moments with the Disabled
One of my favorite sitcoms, The King of Queens, seems to center its humor on social faux pas. There were many times watching that show – such as when Doug and Carrie go to great lengths to make sure they get credit for their donation to the school library – that I wanted to cringe and hide in shame. I did this even though I was not involved in the situation, and the situation was purely fictional.
By Susan Joy Clark5 years ago in Confessions
