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The Uninvited Visitor
Vicarious embarrassment (also known as secondhand, empathetic, or third-party embarrassment) is the feeling of embarrassment from observing the embarrassing actions of another person. Unlike general embarrassment, vicarious embarrassment is not caused by participating in an embarrassing event, but instead by witnessing (verbally and/or visually) another person experience an embarrassing event.
By Damilola5 years ago in Confessions
I bought an iPhone 12 for £1 and now I’m broke
I must confess I’m not actually broke but I did suffer the consequences of my actions. My poverty mentality almost ‘killed’ me. I’ve been through it my whole life ‘Save money for the rainy days, take advantage of discounts and if there’s anything that costs less money… BUY IT!’ NO MATTER WHAT! This is a consequence of growing up poor and always being afraid of losing money. You want to get everything you can so in case you end up with nothing, you have a backup plan.
By Alessia Mavakala5 years ago in Confessions
Unworthy Fondness
Recurring thoughts from the past don’t seem to phase me much. I’ve learned to just let it pass and get on with my day. For some reason, this one in particular plays in my head constantly or it did, at least. Let’s take it back to 6th grade where I thought I met the boy of my dreams, or at least I thought. Let’s call him B. It may just seem like I am about to tell you tales of puppy love, but it wasn’t just that. I’ve known what I wanted since I was young. I knew love was something that made me feel warm and gushy inside. I knew soulmates existed, I also knew I had all my life to find one when the time is right. School and growing up was the main thing to focus on. When I met B, it was like I met my best friend. He was sweet, warm, he seemed sensitive, he was also helpful. Most of all he seemed to have his mind. B was nice, but I’m sure he was raised to be nice, of course. He was just nice to ME. We would almost find a way to be near each other, or look at each other, whether it be walking in the halls, partnering up in class, or making silly faces at one another. I would sometimes catch him staring at me when I was near him. He brought natural feel-good energy, to what was becoming a good friendship in my head. I started to develop feelings. I felt like I was on cloud 9, and wanted him to know how I felt about him, without actually saying it. Bear then moved to a different middle school, which wasn’t far away just down the street. That caused the friendship to be put on halt, but since Facebook had become a thing we reconnected there, but it wasn’t the same. I decided to focus on my studies like I should have been doing. But when B had gotten a girlfriend, that’s when the steady stream of embarrassment and acts of desperation happened.
By Kelsey Charles 5 years ago in Confessions
No Regrets
NO REGRETS|CHALLENGES I find it very ironic that it is only 32 hours before this challenge ends that I am seeing it. It was only 48 hours earlier that I just revealed my most embarrassing moment to my son. It was surprising to me to have even talked about this cringing experience that happened nearly 47 years ago.
By Queen Bea5 years ago in Confessions
If Socks Could Talk
I would like to preface that 2009/10 was a weird time for me. I had already graduated high school but didn't go to college right away so I was babysitting my siblings mostly, and playing soccer on the weekends with a homeschool team. I wasn't even a part of the homeschool group, my little siblings were and I think my parents just wanted me to be a part of something.
By Amanda Alexis5 years ago in Confessions
I fell in love with a married man who secretly have a crush on me
It was in the mid summer of August when I started a new job at the asylum nearest to my residency. The job seemed frightening at first when I went in for orientation, but then interesting when I pause a look at the unusual photos on the wall of the facility while passing down the many corodors it has.
By Carrie Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Temptation
The cold winter winds violently hits me in the face as I walk to my bus stop. It is the middle of January and my junior year of highschool, a lot of my friends are either seniors are out of school. I‘ve always hung around the older crowd, I just felt like they related to me better then my peers. I really hated school ever sense I was a kid but boy did I love the girls. Sense I could remember I always had this charm and it seemed to carry with me to highschool, from making out, car dates, and even hooking up. The girl I have been talking to for about six months now, Ari, it has been the longest relationship I‘ve ever been in.
By nikko5 years ago in Confessions
A Bloody Waitress
I was 19 and my heart had shattered into teeny snippets of painful debris. I had been surprisingly (for me) dumped for a childhood friend of his with whom he had begun playing amateur tennis. After spending days in bed recalling too many gloomy visuals and decimating an entire jungle with my tissue use, I convinced myself the answer to heartache was to segue into a tennis champion. Not having access to a tennis court, tennis gear or the ability to retrieve back-court memories from years earlier, I decided the next best option was to become an enviable success. I needed to earn extra cash before University started anyways but reasoned supplemental riches might provide vague proof he was missing out. With stalker focus I asked his good friends if I could temporarily rent at theirs, and after receiving an awkward yes I moved in and started searching for that lust inducing job.
By Merry Adams5 years ago in Confessions
