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Where Is the War?
As I started to write this story, I searched my mind to try and find an embarrassing moment and I realized that in 52 years of life, I didn’t have one embarrassing moment. I asked my son, but he couldn’t think of an embarrassing moment for me. I asked my mom, but she couldn’t think of an embarrassing moment for me.
By Diane Stewart5 years ago in Confessions
How the Number Two Did Me In Once
Picture yourself in the following scene. You’re a teen playing charades with your classmates in class as part of a learning activity. You’re up. The teacher hands you a slip of paper. You look at the phrase written on it and decide how you’re going to get your peers to say the phrase - and you are confident that you will succeed. Part way in, you want them to try to guess the second word. What do you do?
By Richard Soulliere5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Pastor
Dear Tati, The sheer fact that I’m writing an inspirational letter about you that’ll be presented on a public forum is already pretty gross. You don’t have to tell me. It’s a complete reversal of all that our friendship stands for. We don’t do openly affectionate expressions. We barely do it in front of other people and that’s what makes us work. That isn’t to say we don’t share how grateful we are for each other. When we do so, it’s beautiful. Seeing how it’s been a while since the previous friend love fest, here we go. Love me now, hate me later.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Confessions
Bladder Having A Mind Of Its Own
Teenage years are the most difficult, confusing time of our lives. I call these years "scrape your knees" years because you will fall more than you stand. This time is crucial in learning how to navigate becoming a young adult. We've all drove our parents to insanity, and we've all had made bone head decisions. At the age of 16, I've made the dumbest split-second decision; it was also the day I realized that my bladder had a mind of its own. Looking back on my teenage year's anxiety has always been present in my life. I've never written or read the word anxiety, so my day-to-day experience seemed normal if I had gotten the proper treatment, maybe I wouldn't have suffered from anxiety as an adult. I played things "safe" I always looked both ways before I crossed the street, I was never disrespectful in front of my parents, and I always thought about my consequences of every action that I take.
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Confessions
trapped In The Closet
It was a normal Saturday night at work. As a high schooler, I worked in a skating rink. Saturday Nights were big business most of the time. There was a local college, and they all but took over. A local radio DJ spun the records, and pulled in the crowds from eleven until two in the morning, and the earlier seven to ten session would be busy in anticipation.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Confessions
Stock Picking in 2009
Do you ever get a feeling in your head and know that you are right? There is no explanation or concrete evidence that you are right, but the feeling persists. For me, it was picking stocks in 2009. I was a finance major in college and was required to pick a company and do a detailed analysis and compare that stock to another stock in the sector.
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Confessions
Without YOU there is no ME
Sometimes I have so much to say: so many unspoken I love yous and thank yous for all you've done for me and gave me but...A gasp of fear that it might be the last time I ever say those words to you stops me, to keep a hope inside me that we always have tomorrow.
By Georgia Michaelidou5 years ago in Confessions
"I don't want to lose you" Then where are you?
A story of when a guarded woman let her guard down. The reason why most of the time guarded women who have been in her situations don’t do this is because they have “heard” and “saw” the worse in the opposite sex. They carry those memories of being hurt, and never really want to feel vulnerable again. This woman has been through things that most people never even think up, or listen to her as if she is over dramatizing the situations she has been through. Most listen, she usually only gives the basic details as she feels they would never believe the full truth. The thing about this woman is that she doesn’t lie about what others have put her through. She tells her story now with pride instead of shame. She speaks up and never stops because she’s been silenced, by family, by friends and by partners. She’s been called annoying for ranting on about her life. Most look at her in shock while she smiles, a nervous habit. Everyone seems to put themselves first instead of ever thinking about her. She is always there when people need her, and never gets bitter when she has to handle life . She has been there for people who constantly break her trust because she knows what it’s like to deal with everything on her own. Usually she doesn’t even ask for help anymore, she figures it out alone.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Confessions
Private humiliation is the worst
I have shared several stories where I was humiliated in public but there is one situation that I brought on myself. I cannot go back and change it but I share so that others may glean from my youthful mistake. When I was in the 8th grade I was 5 foot 1 and weighed about 90 pounds. I was pencil thin and flat-chested and that is truth and not self-depreciation. I had just begun my monthly period while most girls experienced their flow at age 11. I felt different and was shy and quiet and teased a lot.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Right Picture, Wrong Time
Today I’m going to share my most embarrassing moment. Although there have been so many to date, at this time, I can think of only one moment that left me absolutely mortified with shame. The day one goofy, inappropriate picture taken by my laptop's web camera for my long-distance, very sexually open boyfriend was discovered by my father, of all the horror! So here’s what happened... my boyfriend and I were talking over Skype, a now outdated video chatting software, one day when the subject of intimate relations came up. At the time, we were over 5,000 miles from each other and had no way to express our love in that way, so we mostly sexted a lot until things got more heated.
By Rain Dayze5 years ago in Confessions
Yellow
It was a summer night in the Midwest, maybe twenty years ago. I was at a bar alone, a habit that I practiced quite often back then. I loved the freedom and the small degree of anonymity found by sitting at the bar by myself. I am not chatty; I will certainly speak to someone if he strikes up a conversation (almost always a “he”), but usually the only dialogue was between the bartender and me, and that was usually a brief conversation.
By Bryan W. Conway 5 years ago in Confessions
