However, falling in the street is small fry compared to some of my other embarrassing moments. When I was about 19 I was trying to catch the attention of a boy I liked at a party. He was in the kitchen. I used the excuse of needing to get a light for my cigarette of the cooker. I had very long curly hair at the time. I lent over the hob to light my cigarette, the flames caught my hair and the hairspray helped ignite the flames even further. He had to throw water on my head to put the fire out. I lost my eyelashes and eyebrows, too. This was not an attractive look.
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OMG HOLLIE I LOVE YOU! JUST LIKE ME!
I was waiting at the subway one day in rayon pants with nylons [80;s] and had to be told by a gentleman ever so sweetly that my pants were on the floor and I didn't know cause I thought the nylons were pants.
Since the 80's I have never returned to that subway stop I swear
Why do we always blame inanimate objects for our misfortunes? I too "tut" at the pavement if I fall. I also shout at the door handle when I get my sleeve trapped on it, and give my laptop a damned good thrashing if it fails to work, or scream at my wireless router when that annoying circle appears on youtube, stopping me watching my favourite videos. It is never any use, none of these things which demand so much of us ever listen to what we have to say.
The other day I slipped on a street on the way to the beach, my right foor slipped into a little crack and my left foot crossed over to support my alreasy about to fall body. I put my right arm out to stop the fall and ouch for a couple of days it was painful. By the time I caught up to my family walking on ahead, they couldn´t stop laughing about what had just happened to me a hundred yards behind them. The moral of the story, you can´t rely on your family!
Only one thing - I honestly never feel embarrassed, if I stumble it's no big deal, I'm fine speaking in public, if I don't know something everyone thinks I should it doesn't bother me a bit . . . but, vomiting in public, or even privately if my wife or kids can hear, that is terribly embarrassing to me. For years it really bothered me that this embarrassed me so, I couldn't figure-out why - then one of my kids told me it certainly was because nothing bothered me, because I am so unreasonably sure of myself . . . it is the one thing that is fully out of my control. I think she's right - it's embarrassing to me because it's a totally involuntary action, I'm not at all in control . . . and I usually am.
What makes me most embarrassed is when my ADHD gets the better of me in a social situation or a public place and I talk too loud, or too much, or my behavior gets disruptive and I come off looking like a total jerk.
I think the most embarrassed I was at school. I had arrangement with my mom that after lessons are over I have to run straight home and let her go to work. She worked as a teacher (at a different school). I had a very progressive school, they had plenty of extra-curriculum activities,meetings after lessons and so on, and no way they would let me skip all of it! So, I was late to go home, because I had to sneak out from school and if got caught I was blamed loudly in front of everybody about being a bad irresponsible girl, and you bet I was scolded by my desperate mom who was late for work because of me being late home and I had to be there because I was the only nanny of my poor very ill younger brother. I was very embarrassed to tell people at school that I am NOT that bad, I did not want to explain the reason, and at home I was equally embarrassed, as I thought my mom was not fair and could not say that to her. I knew how hard her life was and felt desperate to help her and was embarrassed to tell her the truth. That was going on for many years unfortunately. Was I too shy? Was I too proud? I don't know. Children...
Those are the ones who need to be embarrassed the most indeed. Good work KG. You will like the new hub I just put up, we talked about it a while back. And it is either totally embarrassing or dead on target. Bang. Love ya Canada Lady, oh and you get a mention at the end of the new hub too. Hope you approve. xoxo Blake4d
I find it most embarrassing when I get compliments knowing all to well I'm just a nerd who struggles with everything and feel off balance and ridiculous in every thing I do. Tripping even - well that's a full time occupation for me. In fact, I've gotten so good at nonchalant recoveries - I think of myself as the most cool embarrassed...
And then, to make for the ultimate embarrassment, I amazingly end up with the most incredible woman of the world's love for me and I feel the whole time that this must be some huge mistake or that this is some incredible, yet cruel dream I'm going wake up from and I'll be my usual all alone self.
I'm so embarrassed all the time, I would think it a compliment being banned, and more ridiculous yet, seek as much attention as possible with regard to just how ridiculous and embarrassed I was....
In fact, I'm so embarrased, I'm completely oblivious to it, and everyone else cringes in embarrassment for me out of pure sympathy of just how ridiculously unembarrassed I can be while being completely embarrassing...
My most embarrassing moment(s) was at the gym one day a few years ago. I was running on the treadmill and literally flopped stomach first onto the floor. I went "sheesh!' to my neighbors who were trying to pretend like they didn't notice. About 5 minutes later, BAM... I'm doing another face plant on the floor. K, once again they acted like they didn't see it! I was horrified... but simultaneously in hysterics. I still think of that day every time I get on a treadmill (I go to a different gym now).
I did something similar,wait,no nooo nooo it wasnt. This fancy new gym opened and offered free personal assessments so I talked my sis into going and off we went. We jokingly fought over which trainer we would choose,and so as to get the jump on her I moved forward and introduced myself to the 'hunkiest looking one'...except I tripped on my own shoe (bumblefoot) ,didnt make the handshake,and ackwardly banged into him. Now ,I could have lived with that ungraceful moment,if it hadnt been for that ..FART.
OMG! That's classic. I've had many close fart calls at the gym, too many to count. At home, you can always blame the dog, right?
We have chronic flatulators at our gym. I'm telling you, they don't care about their green clouds. What's up with that? I keep mine to myself, for crying out loud. I've almost puked on the elliptical a couple of times from my smelly neighbors.
Kim, you've never heard the word "fart"? What do they call them in Canada?
It is completely embarrassing that I have not finished my Rubiks Cube in 25 years now. But it is even worse that I was asked to play the game Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader on Facebook...
Unfortunately, I was not able to successfully load the app, so that I could play. I could see all the questions, but for some reason could not click to answer any of them. By the end of the game I had a score of 0 out of like 20 questions.
Apparently I am not even smart enough to be a Fifth Grader. Heavy sigh, head hung low...Shut down computer. LMAO
I remember sitting an exam in school, when I was taken by surprise by an extraordinarily loud fart, which the hard wooden chair seemed to emphasise. I remember feeling my face burning, as I grew red with embarrassment.
Pull up a chair and I am embarrassed I am going to tell this on the worldwide web
Here we go PG 30
Now I am okay with having never been an overly sexy girl or not one with large breasts, hips, or lips but all I had was long legs. And dance I did for 14 years. I mean everyday even longer than allowed, wearing out of shoes and leotards weekly. I was super strong from my hips down and looked like a ferret everywhere else.
I ried endlessly and desperately to find sexiness some other way, OK so the boys would want me too.
Virginal late in life I had no reference points for sexuality and frankly it grossed me out but I just had to know. But whom?
The night arrived, a Saturday and the most magnificent boy asked me to a house party. I was terrified OMG.
Rod Stewart's 'Tonights the Night' started playing on the record machine, he held my hand and led me to a soon to be closed bedroom with a single bed in it.
The details that transpired next are engraved in my self esteem like a dragon. Remember I knew nothing and waited for his lead. His lead came. No kissing hugging or snuggling : he just rudely pushed the top of my head to his surprisingly unzipped bell bottoms
sorry had to re group from the trauma
Anyway I knew enough to know what he wanted and proceeded with caution as I blew on his privates repeatedly, remember my strength as I also wrapped my thighs around his calves, he couldn't move, I'm blowing like a hairdryer none the wiser and he starts to scream which attracts about 8 classmates in the room just as he breaks free and exits leaving classmates laughing and mocking me. I changed schools, boyfriends and bought a book on what a BJ really was
Is that yes, someone's embarrassed for me, for which I could offer them a cookie, which of course means further embarrassment for everyone but me for me, or yes, on occasion, I deserve a bladder infection....
my insane cousin had us wear pumpkin orange bridesmaid dresses and there were 8 bridesmaids. The other girls didn't seem to be bothered at all and it was everything I could do to not laugh as they read their vows and we stood like carrots witnessing the event. Well I stressed to keep my lips together when suddenly I thought of carrot noses for pumpkins in squash wedding cake, I completely lost it but not opening my mouth made loud snorting noises until it all came out my nose onto my dress.
I find my state of dress can be embarrassing. Often, I do my shirt up incorrectly, and even inside out, only for it to be pointed out to me. I even once went shopping in my pyjama trousers, not realising until I got home.
I've kept in pretty good shape this year, but there's always the jerk or jerkette at the family holiday gatherings who cries out, "You're so FAT!!!" So loud that you can hear them before coming into the house.
I'm embarrassed to say that there'd no way I missed seeing how hot you looked, Kimberly.....and no, I'm not a stalker......I mean, I may be a card carrying member of "SAW" (Stalkers Anonymous Worldwide), but I no longer do such a thing,.....seriously.....and, uh....by the way, was that address 223 or 224....?
I could be a part of Team Booger. How awful would that be? What could be worse? When you spent the day serving food for some charity one tells you that you've got a booger hanging from your nose? Also, when you fall down and are bleeding, it is pretty bad when one one asks if you are all right. So far, no one has done that to me yet. In the past, I got up and bled away. "Yeah, I'm okay." So to try and make it believable, I jog for a block until I see all the blood and realize I am hurting.
Ok, so its the end of the school year, Washington state, in a little community just outside Seattle. It was just before the summer of 1971 (christ, that makes me feel old), I just turned 15, and I'm at my typical nerd hiding spot at the back of the bus.
Somewhere along the ride, for reasons still unclear to me, one of the very "popular girls" from the front of the bus walks to the back of the bus, asks me my name, and then proceeded to break out singing loudly, to the whole bus mind you, Laura Nyro's whole song that was then popular by The Fifth Dimension, "Wedding Bell Blues"...
Bill, I love you so, I always will I look at you and see the passion eyes of May Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day I was on your side Bill when you were loosin' I never scheme or lie Bill, there's been no foolin' But kisses and love won't carry me till you marry me Bill.......and so on...
for which she then took from me my yearbook that had been so deftly and artistically goofy signed in a multitude of nerdy ways by my equally nerdy friends, a couple of whom were sitting there jaw dropped as I at the back of the bus, and then proceeded to write the entire song out on the blank back page, hand it back to me, walk away, me in awe, and for whom I never saw again as we soon moved away...
I took my 81 year old mother shopping for a new oven yesterday. In the store, she inspected every piece of one particular oven, asked multiple questions, measured it, asked if they could put it on casters so she could pull it out for easy cleaning, then hummed and arghed about the shelves. We were in the store for one hour and fifteen minutes. The ever so patient sales man eventually said "Would you like to place an order for it madam" To which my mother replied " No thanks, I was just browsing" I could have died of embarrassment on the spot.
I feel your pain-my dad (passed now) was exactly the same way
I have three sisters and four brothers and we experienced his ,shall we say unique style, and we all have many stories to tell. Im sure people thought we were exaggerating. I wrote a story once in high school,where my dad was the main character,teacher gave me an 'A' and left the comment -what an amazing imagination it wasnt imagined.
Families, you couldn't make it ups could you. My dad, like your's, was just the same before he passed away, but I'd say slightly more embarrassing. To make matters worse, after I got home, my mum rang me and said " I am interested in that oven, would you take me back on Monday for another look?" Oh, please I thought, not wanting to face the salesman again. So I said, " Shall we go to another store, you can't have been that keen on that one or you'd have bought it" She says " Look, I just want to make sure I'm getting value for money, it's got to last me the rest of my life! " Oh please, where has this new idea come from .
Thanks Cardisa, it's my mum, she is sweet but it can be embarrassing. I think it's all down to the second world war, they didn't have anything, so every penny has always had to be accounted for. The worst part of the nightmare shopping episode though, was when we first walked in to the store, she said at the top of her voice (she's going deaf) " I've given that vibrator to Hollie (my daughter) to give to you this morning." I was like, what???? She actually meant a vibrating back massager. I knew things could only get worse from that point on wards.
I have so many embarrassing moments in my life so I'll share my most recent one. Dogs are SO embarrassing! The other day we decided to take the dogs to the dog park and mine have a routine every time they go. Before they will start playing they have to sniff everything and mark their spots along the way. So my older dog, he's a 8/9 year old Lhasa rescue, wasn't neutered until we got him two years ago, and he's still got the habit of marking like crazy. The other day he decided he wanted to mark people sitting at the picnic table in the park. He got two different people, I was so embarrassed, calling him over to me frantically, and appologizing at the same time. He's such a loser! Told myself I would start going when there was less traffic. I would be super pissed if someone's dog pissed on me, I'm glad they didn't get mad, at least they didn't show it to me, lol.
What is the most embarrassing moment in your life and How did you handle it?I was a junior at a new High School and didn't know anybody yet. I was able to join the school Drumline in time to make the band camp and first school performance. At the performance, I was marching backward and fell. The...
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