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My Bad, Miguel
I am no stranger to embarrassment. My Sagittarius Sun and Gemini Moon pretty much guarantee that. I’m spontaneous and sarcastic, I’m garrulous, I’m moderate to high level impatient, and I’m very easily distracted. I explore broadly and I speak bluntly. I’m also 6’1” and have poor depth perception. Damn near perfect formula for cringeworthy misunderstandings, faux-pas, and mini-dramas.
By Birdy Rain5 years ago in Confessions
Dionysus’ Charge for Admission
All the stuff these fucks stole, why the frozen ribs too? This house is almost as wrecked as my body. So thirsty. Hungry too, but so much stomach pain I don’t know if eating anything heavy will work. I’ve had horrible hangovers before but this is on a whole new plane of existence. I’ve never gotten random pins and needles feelings from hangovers before. Oranges on the counter, maybe that’ll work? Fruit is healthy, oranges are wet, this might be just what I need. Fuck, it’s hard to even peel this thing with my trebling hands. The citrus smell is turning my stomach but it’s been turning since I woke up, and I gotta try something. Oooooooohhhhhhh, the juices filling my mouth in this first bite feel like life. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart from swallowing this. No more. What’s in the fucking frige? Cold pizza? This usually helps me with hangovers. Hhhhhhuuuuuuggggkkhh, bad idea.
By Mahduud5 years ago in Confessions
Gone
Gone “Three years!” Staring blankly out the window knees pulled to my chest on the wooden bench, despite the crisp rain scented breeze coming in from the lake, I feel as though the air is stagnant and oppressing. The sun as hidden as my smile behind storm clouds on the horizon. I see a tiny ship sailing and I am reminded of how much you loved being on the water.
By Casie Williams5 years ago in Confessions
I Left My Dad Without Saying Goodbye
Is making amends before someone dies always possible or necessary? For more than ten years of my life, I wanted to believe my dad did change. I felt it was my duty to build a relationship with him. His kidney problems then later a possible tumor influenced this decision. Never mind the unjustified wrath he poured out onto my mom, my first two brothers, and me when we all still lived with him.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
The Choice...
Imagine, tall, dark hair, fit, broad shoulders, the most gorgeous deep blue eyes you’ve ever seen, an insanely beautiful smile, literally the most gorgeous man. Everything about him is what I envisioned in my partner in life. Except wait for it…ahhh yes, of course he is married...
By Alisha Owens5 years ago in Confessions
Low Down Dirty Shame
Every adult has a horrific, gut wrenching, hell dwelling, embarrassing story from their childhood that has made them wish the neuralyzer from Men in Black was real. I happen to have one of those stories, so buckle up and prepare to have cringeworthy feelings arise. This all started when I was fifteen, at which point my was relatively boring, I had had a few embarrassing moments occur but most of which I was able to repress. Until that point, I pretty much had a handle on my life, as a kid I got hospitalized a lot with one sickness or another, or some new found allergy that had arisen.
By Tony Phiri5 years ago in Confessions
Awkward Moments with the Disabled
One of my favorite sitcoms, The King of Queens, seems to center its humor on social faux pas. There were many times watching that show – such as when Doug and Carrie go to great lengths to make sure they get credit for their donation to the school library – that I wanted to cringe and hide in shame. I did this even though I was not involved in the situation, and the situation was purely fictional.
By Susan Joy Clark5 years ago in Confessions
Basketball MVP
It was a late weekday evening at the gym of a small East Texas middle school where I was attending as a 6th grader. Many adults and children had gathered from in town and out to watch their friends and family members compete against the opposing team in a basketball game, whether it be for the away team or home team. I, of course was on the home team. You see, I wasn’t particularly the MVP of the basketball team of my middle school, or even was on the starting team. I was a backup, and I was a spectator more than a player on gameday.
By PL Bell5 years ago in Confessions
"Twas Ten Days Before Halloween
The 31st, The Big Worldly Festival, was right around the corner, as the saying goes. "It's taking too long the children whined, while they played in the park. They were all so anxious and chatty, that the parents weren't able to keep them indoors today. The anticipation of dressing up in their long-awaited enchanted gowns and their spooky ghoulish costumes, along with the joy of scaring others or to be scared, while searching for doors at sundown, can be exhilarating, I remembered. Then all of a sudden, I too was becoming excited, that the 10 more days seemed like an eternity to me also. How embarrassing, I whispered, to myself.
By Michelle Francois5 years ago in Confessions
In Visibility
On the day that I had been admitted to the hospital because my doctor said I was at risk for having an imminent heart attack, I looked fine. In fact, I even felt fine too. Better than fine, actually. Just that morning my boss had announced at a department meeting that I saved our institution approximately 15 weeks worth of labor in about 15 minutes. All in all, I was actually having a pretty good day, and I was feeling pretty good about myself too. Of course, that all changed when my doctor asked if I had someone to drive me to the emergency room, or if she should call an ambulance for me after a routine appointment.
By Rayne 5 years ago in Confessions
