Embarassing Moments

[Conversationand]

I've waited around on posting this thread for the right time, but mostly because I've been balking at the thought of sharing an embarrassing moment and thinking about what wouldn't kill me to share. Talking about my past recently has made me relive through some shareable moments though.

Somewhere, in a land before time, Conversationand was still just "and?" accompanied by a shrug of the shoulders. His peers had already surpassed him by far in social graces and the ability to entertain their counterparts. It is here we find him, in college no less, socially stunted and wishing for the company of the fairer sex. Though without social grace, the head upon his shoulders was more than just a mere hat rack and so he persuades himself with logic. "If I don't know any girls, then how could I ever have a girlfriend? And how can I know girls without meeting them? Despite my sound objections to it, I should introduce myself to meet them." He's off to the Baptist Collegiate Ministry just on the side of campus where he might be able to find an unsuspecting target. Once there he spots not one, but two quite attractive young ladies. He crosses to their direction with ease, style, and grace. Millennia of survival instinct and superior genetics are poured into this moment. And I introduced myself, with handshakes. And probably a bundle of nerves, a red face, and a timid if not shaky voice. These young ladies had a hard time containing their amusement from showing up on their faces as we exchanged names. That was mostly the extent of our conversation, as I exited it almost as quickly as I had entered it. TLDR; I tried to pick up girls with handshakes. It may not seem like much to you, but it still makes me cringe to think about.

So how about you? Do you embarrass easily? Have you ever been embarrassed? Was it your fault or someone else's? Are you still embarrassed by what happened? Did it happen recently or long ago?

 

[MollyConnor]

I was part of a small young adult group back at my old church. Around 2010. By small I mean only three people. So the guy (who I was completely infatuated with) drove us to the restaurant where we were going to have our meeting. The other lady (who was engaged) sat in the back seat. I assume she did this so that I could sit in the front with the boy.

Silly me, I got super scared. I thought to myself "I can't sit next to him! I'll make a fool of myself." So I sat in the back. Poor guy must've thought that I disliked him or something. Sadly, it was quite the opposite. He even made a comment about how he could be like our chauffeur for that drive. He was so sweet. I miss him. And now I'm gonna go creep his fb.

 

[Yahweh_is_gracious]

I used to get embarrassed all the time. There's a lot about me that isn't normal or stands out enough that people comment on it, and generally in not nice ways. I've also got a lot of anxiety about a lot of things, and it makes doing things around people to be stressful and when those people see I am stressed, the commentary starts again and I get embarrassed.

I don't get embarrassed anymore though. I just avoid people altogether. Problem solved.

 

[seoulsearch]

Isn't it funny how so many of our most embarrassing moments revolve around the opposite gender?

And to the OP--what's wrong with a good handshake? At least it shows you're civil and have manners. I, too, am still a believer in a good handshake (I've been told mine's pretty solid), even when it's with people who practically have "Thug Life" written on their forehead and they're looking at me like I'm Weird Al Yankovic in his video for "White 'N' Nerdy". Hey, it's all good. Let them be them, and let me be me.

My parents started volunteering me as a babysitter when I was really young, so when I was about 13, I had a chance to take a CPR/Safety Class with some of my friends, including a boy I had a HUGE crush on from the time he came to our school to the time we walked down the aisle for graduation.

He had dark, dark hair--almost jet-black--and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires. I was totally smitten, but painfully shy and, believe it or not, very secretive about my feelings.

At one point during the class, we had to practice the Heimlich Maneuver, and, naturally as luck would have it... this boy was chosen as my partner. Which, at the time, was pretty horrifying. I was so embarrassed at the thought of wrapping my arms around this boy and literally trying to pick him up that I was actually looking for a way out of the entire situation.

And then it was my turn... and I literally froze up. Like, I couldn't move (kind of like in college when we were each assigned a lab rat, and I literally froze when we were told to go pick up our rats.) I stood there for so long that the instructor finally said, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, "Oh DON'T WORRY HONEY. You won't be feeling so low that you'd be FEELING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL."

OH. MY. GOODNESS. I WAS MORTIFIED. I'm not really sure how I managed to go and wrap my arms around him and just get the whole doggone thing over with, but somehow I lived through it, when I truly wanted to pass out from embarrassment. I couldn't even say anything, I was so stunned.

And what I really wanted to do was to shout back, "Look, lady. I'm not worried about 'squeezing the Charmin', ok? WHO DO I LOOK LIKE, THE CLASS PERVERT? Seriously. Haven't you ever been 13 years old and totally in love with someone and yet TOTALLY TERRIFIED of them at the same time???? SHEESH."

Now that I think about it, I don't think I ever had another chance hug him again all through school.

Shoot. Maybe I just should have made the most of the it and given him a big bear hug around the shoulders... right before running out the door!

And that, dear readers, is why I still avoid physical contact with boys, even to this day.

 

[joefizz]

Isn't it funny how so many of our most embarrassing moments revolve around the opposite gender?

And to the OP--what's wrong with a good handshake? At least it shows you're civil and have manners. I, too, am still a believer in a good handshake (I've been told mine's pretty solid), even when it's with people who practically have "Thug Life" written on their forehead and they're looking at me like I'm Weird Al Yankovic in his video for "White 'N' Nerdy". Hey, it's all good. Let them be them, and let me be me.

My parents started volunteering me as a babysitter when I was really young, so when I was about 13, I had a chance to take a CPR/Safety Class with some of my friends, including a boy I had a HUGE crush on from the time he came to our school to the time we walked down the aisle for graduation.

He had dark, dark hair--almost jet-black--and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires. I was totally smitten, but painfully shy and, believe it or not, very secretive about my feelings.

At one point during the class, we had to practice the Heimlich Maneuver, and, naturally as luck would have it... this boy was chosen as my partner. Which, at the time, was pretty horrifying. I was so embarrassed at the thought of wrapping my arms around this boy and literally trying to pick him up that I was actually looking for a way out of the entire situation.

And then it was my turn... and I literally froze up. Like, I couldn't move (kind of like in college when we were each assigned a lab rat, and I literally froze when we were told to go pick up our rats.) I stood there for so long that the instructor finally said, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, "Oh DON'T WORRY HONEY. You won't be feeling so low that you'd be FEELING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL."

OH. MY. GOODNESS. I WAS MORTIFIED. I'm not really sure how I managed to go and wrap my arms around him and just get the whole doggone thing over with, but somehow I lived through it, when I truly wanted to pass out from embarrassment. I couldn't even say anything, I was so stunned.

And what I really wanted to do was to shout back, "Look, lady. I'm not worried about 'squeezing the Charmin', ok? WHO DO I LOOK LIKE, THE CLASS PERVERT? Seriously. Haven't you ever been 13 years old and totally in love with someone and yet TOTALLY TERRIFIED of them at the same time???? SHEESH."

Now that I think about it, I don't think I ever had another chance hug him again all through school.

Shoot. Maybe I just should have made the most of the it and given him a big bear hug around the shoulders... right before running out the door!

And that, dear readers, is why I still avoid physical contact with boys, even to this day.

your smiley's don't seem to agree with you.

 

[joefizz]

Playing soccer and kicking ball in to "My" teams goal,everyone confused including me I thought I was winning but the silence said otherwise lol.

 

[joefizz]

Accidentally when playing bad mitten hitting the birdy on to the roof of houses many,many times lol!

 

[joefizz]

Accidentally hitting a person at the fair with a plastic bat I was holding while trying to keep up with and watch after a friend's kid.

 

[joefizz]

Breaking an egg in my hand without realizing how easy it is to break an egg.

 

[Lighthearted]

Isn't it funny how so many of our most embarrassing moments revolve around the opposite gender?

And to the OP--what's wrong with a good handshake? At least it shows you're civil and have manners. I, too, am still a believer in a good handshake (I've been told mine's pretty solid), even when it's with people who practically have "Thug Life" written on their forehead and they're looking at me like I'm Weird Al Yankovic in his video for "White 'N' Nerdy". Hey, it's all good. Let them be them, and let me be me.

My parents started volunteering me as a babysitter when I was really young, so when I was about 13, I had a chance to take a CPR/Safety Class with some of my friends, including a boy I had a HUGE crush on from the time he came to our school to the time we walked down the aisle for graduation.

He had dark, dark hair--almost jet-black--and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires. I was totally smitten, but painfully shy and, believe it or not, very secretive about my feelings.

At one point during the class, we had to practice the Heimlich Maneuver, and, naturally as luck would have it... this boy was chosen as my partner. Which, at the time, was pretty horrifying. I was so embarrassed at the thought of wrapping my arms around this boy and literally trying to pick him up that I was actually looking for a way out of the entire situation.

And then it was my turn... and I literally froze up. Like, I couldn't move (kind of like in college when we were each assigned a lab rat, and I literally froze when we were told to go pick up our rats.) I stood there for so long that the instructor finally said, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, "Oh DON'T WORRY HONEY. You won't be feeling so low that you'd be FEELING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL."

OH. MY. GOODNESS. I WAS MORTIFIED. I'm not really sure how I managed to go and wrap my arms around him and just get the whole doggone thing over with, but somehow I lived through it, when I truly wanted to pass out from embarrassment. I couldn't even say anything, I was so stunned.

And what I really wanted to do was to shout back, "Look, lady. I'm not worried about 'squeezing the Charmin', ok? WHO DO I LOOK LIKE, THE CLASS PERVERT? Seriously. Haven't you ever been 13 years old and totally in love with someone and yet TOTALLY TERRIFIED of them at the same time???? SHEESH."

Now that I think about it, I don't think I ever had another chance hug him again all through school.

Shoot. Maybe I just should have made the most of the it and given him a big bear hug around the shoulders... right before running out the door!

And that, dear readers, is why I still avoid physical contact with boys, even to this day.

Hey sis! Seriously, to be serious...that is a good one! Worse though...would have been going in for the Heimlich and squeezing the charmin!

 

[Zi]

I was a junior in high school and the polymer students got to go to Columbus for a state fair or something.
We stayed at a pretty nice hotel. No supervision we all hung out in one room and everyone started to fall asleep.
Next thing i know I'm awake and with the hottest senior on the football team.
I was extremely sheltered by my own choice growing up. I had never really talked to anyone outside of school.
There we were..... He started to ask me questions just making conversation. I answered as many as I could and then excused myself from the room. I walked the hall not knowing what was going on with me... i was nervous but it was intense and the though of him seeing me like that made it worse. my hands and arms started to freeze up and i lost the ability to move them. My teacher took me to the ER. Extreme panic attack that shut off the oxygen to my limbs. I was so embarrassed that using mortified can't do me justice

 

[MollyConnor]

I was in first grade and my teacher told the class that if we made a paper bag puppet, we could sing a song with it. A few weeks go by and Brianna did her puppet. She sang Old MacDonald. Later, Vincent had his turn. He used a white bag and told us the rhyme of Humpty Dumpty.

I begged my dad to get me a bag...I really wanted to do this. He told me he had lots of bags at his store! So he brings me one. I was so excited until I see that it had letters on it. I explained to him that I needed it to be blank because I wanted to make a puppet out of it.

Another week goes by and more and more kids are doing their puppet presentations. Finally, I get home from school one day and I see that not only has my dad painted the bag so that the letters won't show...he has literally done the whole puppet for me. It was a beautiful little girl puppet with yarn as pig tails and those googly eyes that move. The ones kids love to use in crafts. I thanked dad! I was so excited!

The next morning I have my puppet with me. I see Stephanie, one of the class bullies. I was 7 years old. I didn't know I should stay away from bullies, I thought that maybe if I got her to like me, she would be nice to me. I showed her my puppet. I told her that I was going to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." She quickly told me that I wasn't going to sing that because she wanted to sing that. I should do "Mary Had A Little Lamb." But I didn't know MHALL! I told her this and she said if I didn't sing MHALL, she was going to beat me up after school! So what was supposed to be a super fun day for me turned out to be a disaster...complete with anxiety-driven butterflies flying around my stomach the whole day. I didn't know that rhyme! Why did I have to show Stephanie my puppet?

Finally the time came where I had to do my song/rhyme. I looked around the class and my eyes fell on Stephanie and she looked at me with her meany eyes. I had to do it. Here is goes..."Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb...Mary had a little lamb...um...ugh..." It was so embarrassing! Everyone was just starring at me.

2 minutes later

Mrs. Lanoux says "um Molly dear, why don't you continue?" I started crying and I told her that Stephanie made me sing MHALL and that I didn't even know that rhyme! Thank God, it was John's birthday and so she told me to sing Happy Birthday to John. She also had a talk with Stephanie after class.


These are examples of the bag puppets I am talking about.