Embarrassment
The Ulfberht Incident
I had recently completed my master’s degree in library science. A new grad-school grad, I’d decided to treat myself with something I had wanted for a long time. Something I had been obsessing over since I’d first learned about it as a teenager. Something that all women desire at some point.
By Lauren Triola5 years ago in Confessions
Changing looks by getting Locs
"I want to shave it off!" I uttered through my gritted teeth one day, frustrated, whilst yanking at the strings of bedhead knots trapped between the bristles of my paddle brush. I envisioned hacking off the tangled nest that lay above my head and how alleviated I would feel not having to manage a constant hairdo. Had I had a pair of scissors to hand or an electric razor in that moment, I would have committed recklessly to do the deed right there and then; but I didn't, so the vision quickly drifted as I slumped into my mundane morning routine of a 'quick comb' into a mid-pony. Simple and easy. No hassle for aching arms or trying to get an even partition; this was my go-to style since middle school.
By Rose Jones5 years ago in Confessions
Stuck!!!
There are now two days left in the No Regrets challenge and I have bared my soul and let the readers in on numerous cringe-worthy moments in my life. Another one just came to mind so here I am sharing yet again. This embarrassing situation came in 2011 after a faulty water heater began leaking. It took a while for us to figure out what was going on because there was thick carpet on most of the floors in the house. The water must have been leaking onto the floorboards without our knowledge and we assume that it shorted out the ground wire because one day out lights simply went out.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
3 Powerful Lessons from Mother Nature
When I was studying for a business degree at University I had to take a Statistics course. During that first semester I failed epically. This was especially embarrassing because my father was a highly respected educator. I should have been the star student, but I wasn't. Shame-faced, I decided to speak with my father and tell him just how bad things were.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Confessions
Retention Lesson at The Swain School
Retention Lesson at The Swain School Scott Jarrett Back in about 1959, when I was seven years old, I loved getting to Swain Country Day School in Allentown, Pennsylvania before my classes started. There was a nice playground in the back of the school with a swing set. The same swing set where the year before I had dared my brother Grant to let go of the chains when he was at his highest swing. He let go, flew off the swing, and landed flat on his back, completely winded. I felt really bad about that, but mostly because I couldn’t stop laughing, although I still feel terrible about it. The playground was a nice warm-up to a school day, to which I always looked forward.
By Scott Jarrett5 years ago in Confessions
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
