Embarrassment

The Confessions of a Lady-Child
So, okay, look: I’m a middle-millennial, of an age that I've had plenty of years to accumulate an arsenal of cringe-fuel. I have battle scars in the form of fine lines to prove that every single medal of shame was earned, thank you very much. My early-twenties alone were a warzone of booze-soaked moments that I hid under my pillow about for days afterward until the next one occurred.
By MarigoldVance5 years ago in Confessions
The Journey to Become a Shameless Child Again
For some reason, when I was a kid, I hardly ever got embarrassed I know... I know.... you hate me, don't you? But I just didn’t really. When you are known as a goofball, most people don't take you seriously. You drift through life being the eccentric, witty one that won't be questioned when you kiss a football, or purposely wear a shirt inside out on picture day, or burst into song in the cafeteria. People would just laugh and say, "Oh, it's just Flora being Flora."
By Flora5 years ago in Confessions
Sexy Not
As I sit here thinking about my life and what was one of the most embarrassing things that I had experienced. I am reminded sadly of the few years right between graduating from High School and getting married and deciding to start a family. Most of my friends at that time were being sent off to college and living on campus in Texas. That was not the case with me, my father may have been able to afford to send me to college. However, he was the type of man who believed that ninety-eight percent of the time whatever a student majored in college they did not actual make a living doing. I cannot say that I was surprised, at that time in my life my father had never been supportive. I wish I would have received knowledge about the government grants available during that time. Especially the FAFSA grant that did not have to be repaid. Instead of going to college, I worked babysitting, cleaning houses, as a cashier, hostess in a restaurant, a receptionist for a bankruptcy attorney, file clerk, also a telemarketer. I would try different kinds of jobs looking for something that I could enjoy doing on a long-term basis.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Confessions
Selling My Sole
I hate my feet. Cute shoes have never been something I spend a lot of money on because, well, model-worthy feet were not something my genetics blessed me with. As much as I love the look of some red-soled Louboutins, they simply are way too narrow for my feet. Fashion may be pain, but I’d rather get stuffed into a dress I can barely breathe in, rather than give up my mobility.
By Antonia M Greco 5 years ago in Confessions
Married Couple Spice Night Gone Wrong
Well, you know how they always say you have to keep your marriage spiced up. Yeah, that's great just make sure to think it through first okay. So, my husband and I jumped in the car, and just before speeding off like criminals in a high-speed chase, we told the family member left behind with the kids we'd be right back. Haha, little did he know he was our uniformed babysitter. So with no real plans, I was barely dressed, a tiny skirt and a tank top with no bra. We drove to the beach and hoped to enjoy the moonlight with no disturbance from the kids. We also hoped for some unbridled intimacy with no kids asking a million questions.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
Minding My Ps and Qs
I arrived in Jerusalem for a year of study abroad with no knowledge of the language, not even a pronoun. I resisted a course of formal study (Ulpan) because the Land of Israel is, in and of itself, a lesson in Hebrew. Everywhere I went, people were willing to help, to correct, to teach.
By Karen Goldstein5 years ago in Confessions
I do, I did.
A busy Saturday morning is normal during everyone's big day. The ladies gathered together, rushed off to get their hair and nails done for their friend's wedding in the afternoon. all of us ladies sat in salon chairs laughing and chatting up a storm as time passed by.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Confessions
Closet Of Shame
Coming of the closet is the most dreaded day every gay person has to deal with once or more in their life. After realizing I'm gay in high school, the only comfort I received was from watching "Coming out" videos on the internet. I heard numerous stories about how their coming out went better than they expected but most of them were sad and scary. But mine is embarrassing.
By Elias Ferero5 years ago in Confessions
Umm...Did That Really Just Happen?!
It took me a very long time to figure out what to write for this challenge. My memory bank is absolutely full of embarrassing moments, it was way to hard to decide which one to share. Should I write about the time I fully participated in a Mardi Gras celebration, and my modesty free display to earn the beads? The time I was trying to be a wing man for my buddy and ended up puking all over him, the bar and the lovely lady he was trying to hook up with? Or the time I found out that I had been calling my favorite bartender, whom I also had a little crush on, at my local bar by the wrong name....for over a year. Just a few examples of my embarrassing moments, and yes, I was slightly drunk for all of these. And though they weren't my finest moments, they were drunkenly executed, so I don't think they really count all that much. No, the most embarrassing stories are the ones that happen while completely sober. Of which I have dozens upon dozens. This one in particular, that I am going to share with all you random fellow writers, is by far one of the ones that will forever haunt me and has made me truly believe in Murphy's Law. Now, I thought I would take this story to my grave, however, with a possible grand prize win, I figure it's worth having a bunch of strangers laugh and more than likely judge me a teeny bit.
By Paige Lauscher5 years ago in Confessions
Sweep it under the rug
( 1 ) This is a two part story involving a slice of pizza.....I was standing outside one day with my friends talking , eating a fresh out the oven cheese pizza , when suddenly there was a car accident.....The impact of the cars colliding with each other was so loud it startled me and I unknowingly dropped the pizza face Down on that hot summertime dirty New York City street that I was standing on......I stared at it for a few seconds , picked it back up and continued to eat it.....that wasn’t the embarrassing part.....The embarrassing part was , for the next 5 to ten years every time my friends would have a gathering or a party , they would talk about it to people they barely even knew.....( part 2 ) One day I was standing at the top of the street where I lived at for most of my childhood , waiting for the bus.....I lived on an extremely large hill.....I was kinda standing to the side a little bit but at the top.....It was the end of fall going into the winter.....It was windy and I caught a chest cold a few days prior.....I coughed up one of those flem mucus coughs that can only come from a person that is sick.....As I spit it out , to the right of me , this guy just happened to be walking up the hill.....I guess it was the blind side because I didn’t see him coming.....That thick flem mucus that I coughed up got him smack dab in the middle of his cheekbone.....He looked like he wanted to kill me.....He told me , very demanding , to give him a piece of tissue.....I didn’t even notice he had a slice of pizza in his hand , and before I knew it , he smacked me in the face with it.....I reached inside of my coat pocket for a tissue to wipe my own face and he started running.....He must’ve thought I was reaching for a weapon or something , but all I wanted to do was get that hot cheese off of my face.....As he was running he almost got hit by a car , tripped and fell.....The embarrassing part was , when I looked to my left , these hot girls that I went to school with , was sitting inside of a car laughing and pointing at me.....The funny part was , when the guy tripped , tissue fell out of his pockets. ( 2 ) One day my grandmother put her hand on my leg at a family barbecue , she just finished laughing at a joke and let her arm kinda rest on my leg for awhile......and before I could do anything about it , My penis became erect ( caught a boner ) That was super embarrassing. ( 3 ) One day right before Christmas my mother was doing some last minute holiday shopping.....I was just tagging along.....I was a very young kid , but I have an unbelievable photographic memory of every detail in my life......We was in the legendary Macys retail establishment.....It was jammed pack with people.....It was a wall to wall type of crowd.....So we make our way to checkout register line , and I noticed it was taking extremely long to checkout.....When I finally looked up , the cashier grabbed a pair of the largest scissors I ever saw and cut my mothers credit card in half.....I’m not sure if that was even legal but , when your a kid right before Christmas time , that sucks. ( 4 ) I had this thing I used to do where , I would record all of the award shows and music videos that came on television and entertain friends and family with it.....One day me and my girlfriend was having sex and a DMX video came on.....She was on top of me and then she just stopped in mid-air it seemed like , and she screamed out , oh shit oh shit.....The television was behind her.....So that means she had to stop and twist her whole body around in order to see the screen.....That was embarrassing lol ( 5 ) One day me and a group of friends was all hanging out shooting the shit at this lady house..... I tried to show off in front of the girls and open up a bottle of beer with my mouth , but I ended up cracking my whole entire tooth in half which resulted in me having to spend the rest of the night with all those hot chicks with a missing tooth......I managed to get a pity fvck but everybody couldn’t stop laughing. ( 6 ) This has two embarrassing moments in one story.....My girlfriend was performing oral sex on me inside of her parked car on a dead end street one day..... I’m not sure if somebody called the police or something but , when I looked up , I saw cop car pull head on to us.....As he gets out the car and starts walking towards us , I’m trying to pull my pants leg up.....I got one pants leg up , but I was fighting with the other pants leg and could not pull it up in time......I was in the drivers seat so he approached me first.....All I could do was cover my member with my hand......After searching the car he found a large amount of marijuana in the trunk and took us to jail......When I got to the jail I saw my mother in there.....My mother used to work as a correctional officer ( prison guard ) for many many years prior.....It was just my luck that I had to run into her during that unfortunate situation......Words can’t explain how I felt seeing my mother in jail......I never felt so embarrassed in my whole entire life
By Maurice5 years ago in Confessions
A Walking Hazard
Surely, I can’t be the only girl who looked up to her big brother as a child? I’m also quite certain I cannot be the only girl who had a ridiculous crush on her big brother’s best friend either. Unfortunately, this is not one of those cute little romantic remember-when-we-were-kids? kind of stories where the awkward little sister and her big brother’s best friend reminisce about how they fell in love. Instead, this is the embarrassing oh-my-God-I-REALLY-hope-I’m-the-only-one-who-remembers-this-ever-happened! sort of story.
By KM Austin5 years ago in Confessions
Graduation
I went to a small school growing up. Everyone knew your name, your siblings’ names, your parents’ names, and sometimes even your grandparents’ names. It was great most of the time. The only problem was that memories were long; nothing was ever forgotten, and you could never live anything down.
By Lilly Smith5 years ago in Confessions