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At Least I Got A Signed Book
As someone who grew up in the South, I had never really become accustomed to having celebrity encounters (except for that one time I saw Forest Whitaker at the airport...in New Jersey and not the South). Because of this, when my family and I moved to New Jersey, I felt like I was living in a new world filled with excitement and opportunities. I had visited almost every summer before then to see family, but being able to actually stay there for an indefinite amount of time ignited a new kind of happiness within me.
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
Don't cry over spilled milk... or Canadian boys
So, you want to know my most cringe worthy, palms sweaty, irrevocably unforgettable embarrassing moments, eh? Well let me tell you right off jump, I have a lot of them. In fact, my entire life has seemingly been one embarrassing story after another.
By Kahsia Solaire5 years ago in Confessions
Sink or Sing
Last, year, I thought I was going to have the time of my life on my birthday, December 1st because it was also the night of our annual work Christmas party. If someone had told me that it would be the most embarrassing day of my life, I would not have gone to the party and cancelled my birthday that year.
By Prarthana Chandran5 years ago in Confessions
The Koi Pond Incident
Choosing the most embarrassing moment to write about is like trying to guess how many grains of sand are on a beach. Or which pair of Nikes are my favorite. Or which anime OP song I’d want played at my funeral. The more I think about it, the more my answer changes. Embarrassing, regretful moments outline the story that is my life. As condescending and sad as it sounds, I think I have more of these moments than I do accomplishments. I’m cool with the person I am right now for the most part, and I can honestly say I’m trying to improve myself. Therefore, writing this isn’t a painful upchuck of memory but more of a cathartic flashback. Like I said though, there are alot of options to write about -- so I decided on the earliest one I could remember.
By Arman 5 years ago in Confessions
The Time I Fumigated A Hospital
As one of seven children, I developed a refined ability to divert blame. When someone spilled a bowl of cereal (milk and all) and left it puddling on the kitchen floor, my little sister did it. When I forgot to flush after a leisurely No. 2 in my kindergarten’s single toilet bathroom, I blamed the act on a ghost. In my 9th grade algebra class, while sitting in the second to last row, I cautiously attempted to release a toot I was certain would pass silently. Nope. But did I hold myself accountable? Absolutely not. With a thunderous clap, my expulsion ricocheted off of the plastic chair like a hellacious baseball, startling the otherwise soundless class. This fart was (obviously) not the variety you could blame on the chair; nothing could have made that noise apart from a human anus. As the entire class looked back, row by row, like human-sized dominoes, I followed suit and looked back with them. Daniel, the unfortunate soul occupying the very last seat, had no one to look back to. He inevitably took the fall for my acoustic mishap.
By Blake Blossoms5 years ago in Confessions
High School Boy Toy
This is a story about the first boy I slept with. I was quite young and pretty irrational. Never took time to think things through. In grade 11, I had grown fond of a student in my high school. We were in the same grade but didn’t have any classes together. I would see him after school in the gym where I played competitive badminton. He had some friends who were on the team, so he made the habit of hanging around and play with us once in a while.
By SauceButter5 years ago in Confessions
Unlearning Shame During the Pandemic
In the United States, there are far fewer shames as great and powerful as the shame of being unemployed or 'not living up to your potential.' If you're unemployed, you're lazy or immoral tends to be the general notion around the concept. I have encountered this overbearing sensation of shame from the people in my life twice. Once after my first place of work shut down, the owners were tired of keeping it open for very little to no gain. I spent about two months feeling miserable that I was unemployed. From my family to my friends, I thought everyone thought less of me because I wasn't going to a job and contributing to some ethereal ideal of work. Eventually, I found a job at a restaurant where a few of my friends worked. Four years later, I suddenly found myself at the familiar ground of unemployment again, and once again, something out of my control: The Covid-19 Pandemic.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Confessions
Big Sur...
Big sur, California. April 2000 Stories always get better with time. Embarrassing ones more than any other. We change little details to shine/emphasize certain dramatic tropes. To add tiny dots in the painting to that adds a bit of color, to bring out the background and give it more of a sense of being whole. Sharpen the knives and plunge them a little deeper with each stab, so to speak. So given 20 years of space between then and today I’d like to claim that my memory is as bright with the same details of the day just as it happened. But I’ll admit I’ve shaped this story, consciously or somewhere else in my mind like a clay cup I made and gave to my smoker mother as a child. So here I go, trying to empty the ashtray of my mind by telling this story.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Overdraft! OverBoard!
If I was a magician I would have saved all my powers and tricks for this day when i went overboard with the overdraft of my best friend bank account. I had just started a job with two rideshare companies as a delivery driver. In order for me to get paid I needed a traditional bank account and not a prepaid card. So my best friend who was my ride or die had a bank account that was just in hibernation. Not even having a second thought, I quickly asked him could I use his Navy Federal Bank account for my pay/ he said here is my account number and pin number, just make sure you keep it in a safe place. I said Thank you so much , I truly appreciate it. You are more than welcome Will, that’s what fiends are for right. Yes sir you are absolutely right. As I proceeded out the house to pick up my next order, the wheels in my head started turning. So I I started this 1 man conversation with myself saying i need some extra money so that I can turn up a lil bit this weekend, and I'm not going to get paid until next weekend. Umm, I wonder if he has that overdraft protection on his account. I’ll see if i can withdraw that and then i'll just pay it back once I get paid. I just have to find a way to put it back so that he wont find out.
By william kelly5 years ago in Confessions
Shart Through the Heart
Every morning, growing up in hot, sunny Saudi Arabia; it was a constant sweaty tale of heaving, puffing, dressing up in a navy blue and white uniform, and being escorted by my nanny (referred to as a maid in the Middle East, the not-so-political term, have you) to the very bus stop that made my heart give out palpitations every time I approached it after the most cringe-worthy incident of my life.
By Sana Alibux5 years ago in Confessions
