Embarrassment
Right Picture, Wrong Time
Today I’m going to share my most embarrassing moment. Although there have been so many to date, at this time, I can think of only one moment that left me absolutely mortified with shame. The day one goofy, inappropriate picture taken by my laptop's web camera for my long-distance, very sexually open boyfriend was discovered by my father, of all the horror! So here’s what happened... my boyfriend and I were talking over Skype, a now outdated video chatting software, one day when the subject of intimate relations came up. At the time, we were over 5,000 miles from each other and had no way to express our love in that way, so we mostly sexted a lot until things got more heated.
By Rain Dayze5 years ago in Confessions
A little too Vocal?. Top Story - March 2021.
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Confessions
My Assistant Is A Spy
I have a 'Thing' for shoes. A lot of my friends do as well. There are usually five or six pair of heels under my desk at the office. I have a small mirror near my desk to check how my shoes look before I go to meetings, or anywhere really. A few weeks ago I noticed the mirror was moved a few feet from it's normal place. I chalked it up to the cleaning crew that comes in in the evenings.
By Petra5 years ago in Confessions
The night I was voted off the Island
I have had my share of embarrassing moments in life. I am short, have horrible eyesight, wore braces on two different occasions, and I have a hard time pronouncing words like spaghetti, hamburger, and supposedly. I get nervous talking to co-workers, my jokes are only good in my head, and my ‘go-to’ line in heated arguments is ‘Oh really!’
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
Whatever time, whatever place, whatever age
I always thought the most embarrassing moments would happen when a human was at an old age, or at an age where others would find any mistake amusing. However that was not the case in my situation. Surprisingly, I actually care about what my fellow high schoolers think about me: if they know how strange I am on the inside; if they assume I’m just the nerdy, book loving girl everyone sees on the outside or if they don’t take notice of me and I’m normally this much of an over thinker. Unfortunately for my reputation, I expect it’s the last option. When these ridiculous memories ponder in my imagination, it’s hard not to panic and keep the fear from reaching my eyes.
By Lucy Lee5 years ago in Confessions
High school crush
My story take s place while I was a freshman in High school in 2001. I am from a small town in Florida called Lake City. If you have heard of it then you know what I'm talking about, but I'm sure most of you are not even aware its on the map and have never heard of it. A little about my background real quick so you can kind of get an idea, My mom and dad met and married in 1998. He is my step dad but that is something you will never hear me say. When they got married I also got new a new brother and two sisters, not to mention I already had a little brother. My dad was a Pentecostal preacher and also was a sergeant at the Florida department of corrections. So you can kind of get the idea that it was fairly strict. My brother Scotty was the youngest of the three of us that lived at home. Heather my step sister is seven months older than me. So we all three road the same bus and went to the same school. We went to Fort White High School in the super small one red light town, so everyone knows everyone and no one ever forgets about anything. I swear everyone is like and elephant... They remember everything.... I was a pretty shy girl for the most part. I had a lot of friends and really thought this was going to be my year. I was finally in high school. I'm not sure how they do classes now, but in my day our classes were all mixed up. Meaning some of your classes you would be in there with 10th, 11th, or even 12th graders. My story starts back in my math class. My math teacher was also one of the football coaches, so a lot of times a lot of the football players would just be hanging out in there. This was the first time I developed a crush. I'm laughing as I write this just thinking of how this story unfolds and the many years after it. I am going to call him John. I seen John come in and out of my math class for weeks maybe even a few months before I got the courage to speak to him. It was nothing special but maybe "do you have a pen?" like I said nothing special. Maybe to him.... To me I just knew he liked me and no one could tell me different. Let me just say that I am a Girl so it's normal for us to think like that sometimes. That day I decided on my bus ride home that I was going to write John a long letter to confess my "love" to him. Well love how I had seen it when I was a kid in Ninth grade. So I got home and wrote this super long ten page letter about how I liked him and really thought we would be great as a couple. He was a senior which I forgot to mention earlier. After wrapping up my letter to John I got ready my stuff ready for school the next day and got myself ready for bed because tomorrow was going to be a big day. One that I knew was truly going to change my life forever. Little did I know what was really in_store for me. I remember praying asking God to please let everything go great and John and me to be happily ever after. The next day I got up and got ready for school. Here's a really big key point for my story... While I was getting ready I made sure to put on my "lucky" panties. You heard me right. They were hot pink with silver sparkly little stars all over them. I thought that every time I wore them good things happened to me. So that's how they became my lucky panties. On the school bus like I have on many occasions I talked about how much I was crushing on John and would even make jokes with some of the girls I was friends with. Well this particular morning on the way to school I was talking to a girl friend of mine. For this story I am going to call her Amanda. Amanda and I were on the bus laughing and talking like usual when I told her that I wrote John a letter confessing my love to him, and I even went as far as telling her that I even made sure to wear my lucky panties. She laughed and I laughed. And that was it. Or so I thought. I even asked her if she would mind giving him the letter because I knew they shared a class. After handing off the letter to her and making my way to class, all I could think about is John and I just knew he and I were going to be an item. Well the day came to an end and on the bus Amanda smiled and I asked her if she was able to get it to him, which she replied yes. I asked what did he say and she was like nothing he just smiled big. I was so happy with my news I had received. I knew he liked me and everything was going to be fantastic. This was on a Friday so we were not going to be at school for a couple of days. That would give him time to write me back and confess his love for me. Or so I thought. Monday morning I was so ready to see my crush and see what he really thought of my letter. On the bus to school it was quite I guess Amanda had decided to stay home. I rushed off the bus to hang out where everyone else does that's cool before school. My eyes searched every inch of the school yard waiting to see my crush, and that's when I seen out of the corner of my eye my crush holding hands with Amanda. I was devastated. I can remember the look on her face as she seen me. They stopped right in front of me and they both laughed as he asked me if I was still wearing my lucky panties. My face turned red and I felt I couldn't breathe. I couldn't believe she had told him about my lucky panties. I thought we were friends. I didn't even know she liked him too, and that me giving her the letter was just giving her an excuse to talk to him. And that my letter helped them to see that they liked each other enough to become a couple. I never wanted to show my face ever again, and I hated her. Many times during my high schools years people would bring it up and I would pretend to laugh it off. When really all I wanted to do was forget it. After high school I ran into John at the store. I had not seen him in 5 years. He asked me if I would like to come hang out and I said yes, because even after all these years I still thought he looked great. We hung out a few times and things I can't mention. Remember me telling you earlier that they are like elephants for they can remember everything. There was a bunch of us hanging out and drinking when he asked me if I was wearing my lucky panties. High school all over again... I hope you enjoyed my story of high school embarrassment.
By Bobbie Hudgins5 years ago in Confessions
Pulling the Plug on a Mislocated Toe
When atmospheric pressure drops quickly before a summer storm, a number of interesting things happen. For one, dish-rags used in the kitchen sink, take on a rather putrid odor. Apparently, the bacteria living in the cloth, have a very small window of tolerance for sudden changes in air pressure, so when the pressure drops by more than a couple of mm-Hg, they collectively die and their dead and decaying bodies start to smell. Another trivial tidbit has it that certain body parts – especially those already compromised, will expand slightly in lower pressures, thus impinging on neighboring nerves and pain receptors. For example, people suffering from an inflamed bursa in the knee (bursitis) will complain more about pain prior to a storm where abrupt drops in pressure occur. As further testament to this, if you severely stub a toe or bruise a fingertip with a hammer, such an injury will be just a little more painful in times of quick shifts to lower atmospheric pressure.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Confessions
My Embarrassing Moment
My Embarrassing Moment I have one younger sister; and I was always taught to protect her. Not that I'm any great protector. I'm not a really good fighter. I was always beaten in fights. But I, still, knew I belonged standing up for my little sister.
By Shahidah Ahmad5 years ago in Confessions
