Embarrassment
Foot-in-Mouth Disease
I was diagnosed with the foot-in-mouth disease as a toddler. While no one is exactly sure what the root causes are for this illness, parental experts speculate that it may be genetic. Perhaps passed down by a garrulous great-grandfather or a chatty grandmother, the child is compared to when the disorder rears its ugly head. What exactly is foot-in-mouth disease? Well, let me break it down for you.
Miss WalkerPublished 3 years ago in Confessions9 Years Long Ballet
Social embarrassment is basically my cardio at this point. Just the other day, I fully introduced myself to a random guy at work. I assumed he was doing a trial shift, so I went: "Hi, I'm Marcel. It's so nice to meet you! What's your name?" The poor guy looked at me a bit terrified. When I realized he was a stranger about to pick up some carton boxes, I cringed my way up the stairs in silence. But that is nothing!
Marcel GrabowieckiPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Fish Out of Water
A Fish out of Water Not a Social Butterfly by any means Floundering during social occurrences was always second nature to me. I remember my very first instance of landing flat on my face in public. I was a freshman in college just graduating from high school that summer. It didn't help that I was shy, afraid, and new to all things socially relevant. When I appeared in the public eye, I kept my textbooks close to my breast. They acted as shields between me and other people. I never ventured out into the world of the college campus until this day. This day, I wanted more than cheese peanut butter crackers and cola from the machine. I had an early class at 8:00 a.m. and my next class wasn't until 3 p.m. It was a Monday morning, and I was eager to continue studying for a Social Studies exam later that afternoon. I needed more nourishment. The only time I stepped out of Holmes Hall was to go to my gym class. I had a swimming class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. All my other classes were near Holmes Hall. I had no need to venture across the bridge that day because I had no gym classes. I have no idea why I decided to break all my rules. All the rules news that kept me bottled inside my box of social assuredness. Because I would be assured that I could avoid a social faux pas if I stayed within the confines of my rules. My stomach was growling, and I knew peanut butter and cheese crackers would not do. I had gone to bed without dinner because I was so exhausted from studying all Sunday for my three o’clock social Studies class. I gathered up my frightened body and walked purposefully to the front entrance of Holmes Hall. I was determined to go to the Canteen. The social hangout of the college. Keep in mind the only time I'd ever been to the Canteen was well come to think of it I had never been there. I wondered if I could even get there without directions. I could never ask for directions because that would make me the most foolish person on earth let alone the college campus of Morgan State University. I walked across the bridge and glanced up at the clock situated in front of the building. Could I do this? I don't know. Surely, everybody in the canteen would be occupied with eating studying or maybe even resting, listening to music from the jukebox. You could always hear music playing from the jukebox. No one will be paying attention to me. I looked down at my plaid jumper and scout why did I wear this today. I looked like a child in elementary school. white button-down blouse. it was awful I looked like adult of rag doll. You can do this. All you need to do is fit in. They're all like you. Everybody in the canteen is either hungry, relaxing, talking, or studying. In fact, they are socializing on their breaks in between classes, and they won't even notice you. I walk in and I guess. These people are not my people. Look at the girls. They have beautiful blow out Afros and are wearing jeans and sandals. Some of them have jewelry studded headbands and are wearing their hair in two braids. They look so casual and comfortable. I have on black and whites and am wearing a green sweater with green buttons. I am carrying four books…three textbooks and a big loose-leaf notebook. I don't belong. I can't walk any further. No one's looking at me but no one's smiling either. And my stomach is still growling. I'm sure the whole place has heard it now but I'm not sure because the music's very loud. I hear a lot of chatter, a lot of laughter and there are some students sleeping and others cuddling in the corners of the canteen. All I need to do, is walk with some confidence to the counter and order. I'll just get a hamburger and fries. I can do this. Remember no one's paying attention to you. all you have to do is fit in. You are the same age. You're all here for the same thing. You're a grown-up college student getting ready to order a hamburger and some fries. Nobody cares about you. They have their own lives. Who knows maybe you can spot someone who's in one of your classes? That would be the answer. Find somebody who has the same interests you do. I don’t see anybody I know. Okay, get your food and find a seat. Good. I see an empty table. Now sit down and eat your food and go. You can do this. The sounds of the music, laughter, and chatter has enveloped you. You barely hear the voice that asks, is it okay if I sit at your table? You look up and smile. Yes. You push aside your textbooks, please have a seat. Are you ready for the test? I think I am, but after we eat maybe we can study together. Hey, that’s good, I was so afraid that I almost didn’t come inside. Maybe one day I’ll be as bold as you were. I smiled and said. Yeah, I think you already are. Would you like some fries?
Saja Bo StormPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsGrowing In Florida or Not
When the dust settled there was the fat girl and me. We stood in the didn’t get picked line. The teacher would point and say, “Shorty Jan go with the yellow team and Zelda, you’re on the red.” Just like that each team got a member that was like the plague. They were competitive and I was not a strong competitor. The looks were coming at me like machine gun fire.
pamela mayerPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsNot Bracelets
You'd think that growing up in a trailer park where my best friend's stepdad was the neighborhood meth dealer would have left me less sheltered. Still, somehow my innocent eyes made it through childhood and past high school. Maybe it was a willful ignorance, who knows. Do you remember those brightly colored silicone wristbands with encouraging phrases on them? When I was little, those bracelets were the highest fashion. Yellow, blue, fuchsia, tangerine...all colors of the rainbow. As poor as my family was growing up, we rarely got any of those fancy wristbands, common as they are. Any time I saw one free for the taking, my child-heart leap with joy.
Jessica StevensPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsParty Animal
I don't have many friends. I never have. It's not that I'm an unlikeable person, as far as I know (though plenty of people have taken against me for reasons I could never quite fathom). For me it's always been the crippling embarrassment caused by social situations. To me, a party is hell.
Sarah CooperPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Neck, My Back
The best nights are always the ones where you go out on a whim, do something spontaneous, and end up having the time of your life. Well, this was not one of those nights.
Reptile DysfunctionPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsNever made to measure.
Never fitting in, has never been a momentary discomfort for me. More of a way of life. As a child, I was so shy and at least a foot taller than my counterparts.
Serena DPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAwkward Human
For most of my life, I have always felt as if I never quite fully fit in. I was always one of the most awkward human beings to exist. At least from my perspective.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 3 years ago in ConfessionsThis is Why I Don't Drink
My heart was beating out of my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. I don't know how I let my friends talk me into this. I suppose it is my fault since I confessed I had never been on an actual date before. Normally I wouldn't offer up that type of information, but this ground-breaking confession happened during a drunken game of 'Never Have I Ever'. I should also point out that was the first time I had ever drank alcohol. You may think this news is not that alarming, but I should probably tell you that I am 25 years old. Pathetic right? I know.
Sapphire DeBrownPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSocial Shock
I have never been that comfortable around other people. I have a tendency to come across either stuck up or shy, and then once I get comfortable, I will not shut up. I even wrote a poem about it when I was in my senior year of high school, titled “Shy Girl Who Never Shuts Up.”
Kelly HornePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI'm Not Drunk, I'm Just Cheerful.
Many years ago, I found myself in a serious pickle. Born and raised in a third-world country where most people live under the poverty line, I knew education was my way to build a decent living. After working my ass off through Medical School and then Ph.D. in Biomedical Sciences, I landed one of the very few available positions in the country as a University professor. I was excited and happy, thinking my gamble on a more extended education in a highly specialized field had paid off.
Adriana MPublished 3 years ago in Confessions