Embarrassment
That Time I Tried To Tell My Crush I Liked Him...
Behold, a tale set in the land of end-of-teenage cringe. I was 19 years old at the time, and for years afterwards, if anyone even said the word "cringe" I would remember this happening, and desperately wish to fling myself into the abyss.
By PD6 years ago in Confessions
A First Date to Remember
It was the summer of 2010; I was recently single after a long relationship with my ex-fiancée and another short-rebound fling. I swore I was going to stay away from men and the dating scene and concentrate on me for a while (you know that saying that everyone uses after a devastating breakup). But low and behold, I had a date. And he was meeting me at my apartment for drinks before dinner. I was nervous, excited and giddy all at the same time.
By Chrissy Cadorin6 years ago in Confessions
A Boy in a Sailor Suit
I suppose it was really my mother Dorothy’s embarrassment rather than mine, given that I was probably too young to feel that way at the time. But, given that I remember it so vividly after all these years, maybe that was the first occasion – out of so many since! – when the spark of embarrassment was kindled in me.
By John Welford6 years ago in Confessions
Some Laugh-Out-Loud-Inducing Situations
Hilarious Fall on Treadmill If this hasn't occurred to you while stumbling on a treadmill, consider yourself lucky. This is not only frightening, but it is also painful for your body and personality. You're running for one second when you look down and realize you're further back than you thought. The machine's speed is unnecessarily fast for your methods, and you're unexpectedly pounded against a hot, moving vehicle line that throws you off like a humiliating ride on Aladdin's divination cover mixed with a mechanical bull. Stomach Bubblings "Today, I slept late, awoke quickly, dressed, and dashed out the door to catch the bus." As I boarded the vehicle, I felt a strange virus-like sensation in my stomach. When the transport arrived at the station, I needed to poop so badly that I was perspiring profusely. I dashed into a bistro to ask for a latrine. The owners directed me to a public latrine in the square. When I had 5 meters to go, the agony was so intense that my body surrendered, and blast... went the explosive. My pants were half-puffed in, and I was wondering where the urinal was. As I considered the big picture, I leaned in closer, allowing my body to relax. It was the best crap I'd ever taken in my life. When I was finished, it appeared as if a cow had been there. By then, I'd gone out to find a McDonald's and removed my underwear, tossed them in the trash, cleaned, phoned in sick to work, and taken a taxi home. Froze Up While Giving Speech "At their graduation ceremony, I gave an impromptu speech to my two closest friends in front of about fifty people. I stood up and started talking, but I had to stop when my cheeks started freaking out, I mean savagely stirring here and there to the point where people who weren't even that close could see. It aggravated my nerves, and I continued to say humiliating things like,I couldn't try to proceed because they were losing control so badly that I couldn't even try to talk. My friend's father approached me and took the microphone from me, encouraging me to sit down, which I did. A New Years Eve Bash I'd had a long night of drinking more alcohol than I thought a single human being could consume. Everyone had a good time, and I happily barfed on the floor before being dragged to my hotel room and thrown in bed by concerned partygoers at 4 a.m. My alarm went off around 10 a.m., and I was told that we were going to Waffle House right away, and that I should get ready for cheap yummy breakfast food. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs to meet my friends for a trip to Waffle House, where I ordered a large, greasy hangover cure when the urge to pee hit. Try not to be concerned! I stood up, walked to the single-person-at-a-time lockable bathroom, entered it, and began to do my business while still half-drunk. I'd been holding back a fart and letting it fly in the safe confines of the Waffle House restroom. I felt like a pure and unhappy fluid, like thick fountains and wounds from my ass, a huge blunder. Jeans flew off in a flurry – nothing on them, miraculously, so I tucked them away somewhere safe and focused on the current issue. Nothing on the shoes, either, because of the cushion created by the socks and the source of the earthy colored jam gushing down my legs. Thus I was left with ruined fighters and socks. They were eliminated. The fighters were discarded, gone forever, having passed on a legend's demise during the time spent saving my jeans from ruining. That is the point at which I understood there was no bathroom tissue in this filthy nook. Plan B: Wipe with paper towels. Likewise, no paper towels? This has recently gotten intriguing. I snorted and peered down; my socks were still moderately spotless where I hadn't pooped on them, and they were the only thing I could swear by without leaving the restroom shirtless. With inconceivable shame, I used them to clean up the disaster area I had created for myself, and they joined my contenders in the grave. I put my pants and shoes back on, with no underwear or socks, thinking the battle was over. To the best of my knowledge, I didn't smell bad, but I was in desperate need of a long shower. In the toilet, all I could do was wash my hands before leaving and finish my breakfast. There was no cleanser in this washroom, either, and I pondered momentarily how the representatives tidied up in the wake of contacting their dicks. I scoured for a couple of moments without cleanser with the most sizzling water I could remain prior to getting back to my seat, my companions indifferent. Obviously, I didn't complete the remainder of my food." Embrassing Travel Moments I spent around the end of Spring 2018, typically considered to be perhaps the biggest cities on the world. It is prominent not just for its normal magnificence and passionate coastline, yet in addition for the common life that flourishes in the encompassing territory. On a day out at the beach, I had no idea I'd be up close and personal with one of its most visible and intriguing animals, the chacma baboons. It was nearly early afternoon, when the African sun was at its most grounded, so I took a dip, giving up everything and enveloping myself by a towel on the sea shore. It was nearly early afternoon, when the African sun was at its most grounded, so I went for a swim, abandoning everything and enveloping myself in a towel on the beach. The waters along the Cape Coast are probably the coldest on the planet, and I was unable to have been gone longer than 10 minutes until a gathering of these baboons started scrounging through my belongings. They dissipated after a quick dash towards them, but they didn't give up anything in the process. My clothes had vanished, and the ones that remained were worn out. Despite the fact that the primates were uninterested in my wallet, I had to spend the rest of the day, including my return, in nothing more than a short bathing suit and a humiliated grin. Following the episode, I noticed that the Cape Point mandrills were the only primates in their species mining fish seashores. Furthermore, because they are protected by environmental law, they have become more brazen in their endeavors, assaulting homes and assets and, in any case, robbing people. Final Conclusion My loving mother couldn't stop giggling as she told me about my embarrassing moments, which made me want to disappear. She still tells stories at family gatherings.
By Nickalos Mcclellan6 years ago in Confessions
The Art of Mistaking Identity
The heavens had opened up, torrential rain pounding against my windscreen with relentless purpose. Peering gingerly through my drivers side window, the massive dark grey clouds and the menacing rumblings of thunder created a slight anxiety at having to drive to work that morning. Armed with only an umbrella, I had already received a soaking, as I bolted from the front door of our apartment to my car, fumbling with keys and central locking. Rain swept sideways, slicking my hair to my head on one side and no doubt washing away whatever makeup I had applied earlier.
By Viktoria Staunton6 years ago in Confessions
Regret Me Not
Everybody has a memory of the most humiliating time they have ever had, even though they often ignore those experiences. In either case, who in their right mind would choose to recall the embarrassment they endured? My most humiliating day had turned my high school experience into a terrifying experience at one time. When I think back in nostalgic memories, and feel it was yet another weird experience that could have occurred to anybody. It was also very impactful in my life and learning experience that keeps popping back to my life, giving me some chills every time I recall it.
By Vashish Ramoutar 6 years ago in Confessions
Memories I Have Hidden For A Reason
Memories I Have Hidden For A Reason Now, I either had one to many drinks, or you are the person I am taking with to my grave, If you are lucky enough to be hearing these stories. Clearly its neither, I am to the max compacity of B-O-R-D-R-O-M. Either way, feel lucky, because things are about to get really juicy.
By Scarlett Rose 6 years ago in Confessions
