Embarrassment
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
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
Basketball MVP
It was a late weekday evening at the gym of a small East Texas middle school where I was attending as a 6th grader. Many adults and children had gathered from in town and out to watch their friends and family members compete against the opposing team in a basketball game, whether it be for the away team or home team. I, of course was on the home team. You see, I wasn’t particularly the MVP of the basketball team of my middle school, or even was on the starting team. I was a backup, and I was a spectator more than a player on gameday.
By PL Bell5 years ago in Confessions
"Twas Ten Days Before Halloween
The 31st, The Big Worldly Festival, was right around the corner, as the saying goes. "It's taking too long the children whined, while they played in the park. They were all so anxious and chatty, that the parents weren't able to keep them indoors today. The anticipation of dressing up in their long-awaited enchanted gowns and their spooky ghoulish costumes, along with the joy of scaring others or to be scared, while searching for doors at sundown, can be exhilarating, I remembered. Then all of a sudden, I too was becoming excited, that the 10 more days seemed like an eternity to me also. How embarrassing, I whispered, to myself.
By Michelle Francois5 years ago in Confessions
Lost & Found
Ah, remember those carefree days of your twenties? The times when hangovers didn’t seem to hurt, all clothes looked good on you and carbs were one’s friends? Perhaps you are still in your twenties, in which case, this story will be shared wisdom from an elder millennial. If you are in the 80’s kids club with me, you know that life happens. Let us be transferred to the beautiful pre-pandemic life, where unsolicited grinding, yelling into people’s faces at a crowded bar and dancing until feet gave in was known as just another Friday night. At the time when all of this happened, I lived in a quaint North London duplex with three roommates. Housemates, as they say in England. We were a fun bunch that occasionally hung out together. It was a cold January weekend in Angel. I had a friend visiting from out of town. A friend who was still undefined as whether they’d turn into a lifelong buddy or someone, I ended up dating. Ted and I had known one another for a while and my roommate Maddie seemed to get along with him just fine. As good youngsters, living their best lives in London would, we decided it was the night we’d hit the local little jazz bar nearby our place. Plan set and in motion, we were strutting towards the watering hole filled with glee.
By Helen Tootsi5 years ago in Confessions
At Least I Got A Signed Book
As someone who grew up in the South, I had never really become accustomed to having celebrity encounters (except for that one time I saw Forest Whitaker at the airport...in New Jersey and not the South). Because of this, when my family and I moved to New Jersey, I felt like I was living in a new world filled with excitement and opportunities. I had visited almost every summer before then to see family, but being able to actually stay there for an indefinite amount of time ignited a new kind of happiness within me.
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
Don't cry over spilled milk... or Canadian boys
So, you want to know my most cringe worthy, palms sweaty, irrevocably unforgettable embarrassing moments, eh? Well let me tell you right off jump, I have a lot of them. In fact, my entire life has seemingly been one embarrassing story after another.
By Kahsia Solaire5 years ago in Confessions
Sink or Sing
Last, year, I thought I was going to have the time of my life on my birthday, December 1st because it was also the night of our annual work Christmas party. If someone had told me that it would be the most embarrassing day of my life, I would not have gone to the party and cancelled my birthday that year.
By Prarthana Chandran5 years ago in Confessions
