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Not The Right Guy
This might not seem like a super embarrassing thing. After all, we have all fallen in love with the wrong person before haven't we. I know that before this guy, I have certainly fallen for the wrong people, but every time I think about this guy I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
By Kacey Lovesick5 years ago in Confessions
The Fart Story
One would think after thirteen years, an embarrassing moment would simply fade away from the conscious mind into obscurity. But that’s just not how the human mind works – in fact, on a random day, you could be hit with a sudden wave of cringe. The feeling of wanting to hide under a rock and disappear from the face of the Earth. My experience left a scar for life etched in my brain. I have never told a single soul, nobody, I mean nobody knows, its top secret. Just the fact that I am talking about it now is almost inducing an anxiety attack. All these emotions are rushing to the surface now, but it’s time to tell my story because, I mean, why not? So here it goes. It’s time to tell the world the fart story… I low-key hope no one reads this, fingers crossed.
By Brenda Tello5 years ago in Confessions
Sliding Doors
My face blazed with humiliation. I could feel the heat smoldering from underneath my crimson cheeks. My eyes were focused on the sliding doors. I watched with distress as they opened, then tried to close, then opened again. They were clearly confused as half my body was on the sensor prompting them to do their job. I tried to untangle the mess I was in, all the while focusing on the perplexed doors. The smell of hot concrete and bubble gum filled my senses as I noticed a wad of chewed up Hubba Bubba uncomfortably close to my cheek. My eyes, frantic and confused, glanced around at all my personal belongings; once tucked safely in my bag, now scattered amongst the dirt and asphalt. I could see the shoes of bystanders as they walked around me. I am sure a multitude of thoughts were running amuck as they stared down at the embarrassing mess displayed at their feet. Embarrassment was an understatement. The only thing I could think as I felt their eyes burning a hole into the back of my head was “Please! For the love of all that is holy…do not acknowledge my existence!”
By LeAnn Andrews5 years ago in Confessions
Brand New Day
Dawn had begun to break as the boat started to disappear over the horizon, engulfed in the bright flames that would come to symbolize my freedom. With every passing moment the weight that had been pressing against my chest lifted a little more, until I was able to take a deep cleansing breath – a feeling that had become foreign to me. Finally, my nightmare was over.
By Danielle Braitman5 years ago in Confessions
The Fishbowl Moment
Have you ever noticed how most children’s sections in libraries are like a fishbowl? Plenty of glass for you to see the rest of the library and for the rest of the library to see you. Well my most embarrassing moment happened in said fishbowl.
By Abigail Hult5 years ago in Confessions
To the Young Woman Whose Ass I Drunkenly Smacked
To the young woman whose ass I drunkenly smacked on the people-mover at Universal four years ago: I’m so, so sorry. It was my birthday weekend and I had spent the night at Rising Star in City Walk singing karaoke with my husband and a few friends. To say I was drunk is an understatement – I barely remember our interaction that night. What I do remember, however, is extremely cringeworthy.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Confessions
From Skin to Skin
What do you say to yourself being raised in white America as a fourteen-year-old black boy? What do you tell yourself when the media depicts white as beautiful and shows little to no concern for anyone else? What does that do to a child psychologically? It makes them feel like they were birthed in the wrong bodysuit, gazing into the mirror, seeing their melanin as the culprit, like there was a pigmentation mistake in the baby-making department, and they got swapped out for another. That is how I felt at the time. It got to a depressing point where I scoured the web, soul-searching YouTube videos of how to change skin colors and appear more white. The video response was a black man applying an excessive amount of baby powder on his face as a parody. Now, even though the video came off as satire, at the time, I was unnerved because clearly, I was facing psychological issues that took root in my childhood. From wanting my name changed to wishing to be somebody else entirely seemed very off-putting, especially as an eight or nine-year-old. I would not know how to respond if my child asked, "Why am I made like this?" and, "Why am I so ugly," especially if you heard the word beautiful and immediately associated it with your white counterparts.
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Confessions
Taking a Tumble
I’m a very clumsy person. I’ve fallen backwards off a couch (how does that even happen?), I’ve faceplanted while bowling (caught on video too, lucky me!) and I’m queen of that awkward dance that happens when you pass a stranger on the street. My clumsiest moment to date, however, happened in college.
By Soomimuu5 years ago in Confessions
Facts Or Fantasy
As I into enter this new phase of life,my so called golden years; I feel a sense of loss. Gone are the days of my youth and the adventure filled evenings I spent in search of myself. I know who I am now and what I want. The trouble with knowing is that I am now less tolerant of certain things, so as a result there are not many surprises left and it reduces the overall number of potential mates. At least, that's how I see things from my perspective. I'm willing to admit that I may just be wrong and welcome any useful input on the subject, but first allow me to clarify something. I have known the burning touch of true passion and the soul wrenching loss of true love, and that's part of the problem. I believe that having experienced these things has caused me to disregard anything or anyone that does not and cannot ever measure up to these heights of expectations. I fully realize and admit that this is far from fair to any other man on the planet, but it also leaves me disadvantaged and very likely to spend the rest of my life alone and/or entertaining one lost cause after another. Having clarified this point now it seems a good time to add a little twist to things now, you see the universe has decided to grant me some semblance of happiness despite my dilemma and impossible standards, but it does not come without cost and the price is not mine alone to pay. I thought it impossible to ever meet another human that I would connect with so totally and so easily. It was instant and so unexpected that it felt like waking from a 20 year slumber, sort of felt like coming home after a long exhausting journey and it felt good to have that connection again. As time went on the friendship feelings grew into other desires and yet neither of us really pushed the issue, both for our own reasons and we both knew of the others hesitation to cross that line. Just as things usually go in these matters, the line was crossed and crossed again, it was like the heavens opened and swept me up in rolling waves of ecstasy as golden rays of warm sunlight bathed my body in an endless downpour of heat and ending in an explosion of a zillion little starbursts.
By Shirley Gutierrez 5 years ago in Confessions
Youngest Doll
I grew up with four siblings, two boys, and two girls, me being the youngest. Believe me, when I say, I had a lot of experience with them since at the age of 7 (that's the only age I started to remember everything), whether it be happy times or the unforgettable pranks that will always be brought up in family gatherings despite 28 years had passed and it's humiliating me.
By PILI5 years ago in Confessions
