reliving those embarrassing moments

[PanterA]

Fezzie was talking about how past embarrassing moments pop into his head from time to time. this happens to me all the Fucking time. im just a slave to my mind on those occasions. i relive the moment as if it happened yesterday. just seriously embarrassing happenings in my life that cme back to me full force. i will be sitting quietly in my thoughts and those moments will flash in front of me, and i will feel how i felt and even blush.

there are a rotating 6 to 8 embarrassing times that always come back to me. i would be willing to share those events if everyone starts to share. even though as i really think about them, they really arent so bad but to me it feels like i am the biggest dork.

is this normal behavior or should i get Fezzies doctors number?

[Dougie Brootal]

this happens to me constantly. especially when i am driving to work in the morning or right before i fall asleep at nite. or when i wake up in the middle of the night. sucks ass but all you can do is wait it out.

[tupper65]

I've heard that feeling regret or embarrassment for things that we did in the past is a type of depression.

I don't know if that's true but I constantly think of things that I've done in the past that I would love to forget.

[Furtherman]

I get those cringe moments too. Pains my gut. It happens a lot more than I'd like it too.

I wouldn't go so far as calling it a depression though. I used to wallow in it for a little while, but now I just buck up and say to myslef, out loud, "Well, lesson learned and I won't do that again."

Besides the occasional odd look I might get from talking to myself, I find that it works and I have avoided many, many of the same mistakes. And that is a great feeling, which always cancels out the bad ones.

[PanterA]

ill share oneof the tamer things that always pops in my head maybe to get this thread moving. i was about 17. it was the first time i ever got into a bar with fake I.D. i thought i was the coolest kid in the place. i was drinking beers, getting drunk, and trying to be a part of the scene maaaan! well i see this hot chick dancing and i work up the nerve to go talk to her. as i do that i think to myself, "damn i gotta be cool here." so i get to her and the first thing i said to her was "I would dance with you but I'm soooooo drunk!" because to me, at that age, being drunk was a cool fuckin thing. she stopped dancing, looked at me, and said "get away from me."

to this day, that memory pops up in my head and embarrasses me to where i feel i have to hide under a blanket or something. i believe its my first time getting turned down by a chick so it might just be because of that or just because i was such a loser.

[Freitag]

I've learned to accept my awkwardness and my behaviors and realized that in a lot of my embarassing moments, I was the core of the problem.

Pants, that "I'm so drunk, maaaaaan" is just a part of growing up. We aspire to be like Zach Morris when we're teens, when in reality, most of us are Screech. We all do stupid things growing up.

Ron said something the other day and he was right; a lot of us emulate what we see on TV and Movies in our behaviors. Although we at the time think it's cool, that kind of behavior in real life can be seen as really, really creepy.

I was awful when I was talking to the opposite sex when I was in high school and early in college because I was using that as a springboard for behaviors that women liked. And I realized that I was coming on way too strong and creating a lot of embarassing incidents for myself.

You live, you learn, you move on. You may remember it, but nobody else does.

[Melissa the Accountant]

I have a lot of things like that. I was raised pentecostal and home schooled until I was like 11 or 12, so when my mom got a job and I went to public school, by that point I was completely unfit to socialize with other kids. I remember I thought it was going to be JUST LIKE THE BABYSITTER'S CLUB, only with fewer social and moral dilemmas. Oh my god, I know how stupid that sounds, but I thought it would be great. I was so eager to go to school and meet other kids and have a best friend, since we lived out in the country and I only rarely did stuff with other kids.

Predictably, the teachers were pretty much the only ones who liked me, because I was a chipper, Jesus loving little social misfit. I remember this one day not long after starting public school, when our teacher was gone for the day and she kept this bag of peanut butter cups in her desk drawer. One of the other kids told the substitute that on whatever day of the week it was, our regular teacher gave us candy and she kept it in such and such drawer. The sub looked doubtful and I just stared at my desk. I must have looked weird, because she asked me, is that true? I told her no, it was a lie. I slumped down in my desk. I could just feel all the other kids focusing the psychic power of their hatred at me. So I said, "I can't disappoint Jesus, okay?" I don't know why in my mind that would make them understand why I couldn't lie. That haunted me for years.

Something I'm seriously ashamed of is that I let my mother convince me that it would be a good idea to give an "informative" speech about demon possession. Thankfully, the teacher suggested tactfully that I should pick a topic that would appeal more to the other students. I am so grateful to her for that, even though she probably thought I was a complete freak. But it's embarrassing to think back and realize how gung-ho I was about the whole thing. It took me years to understand how insane my parents' religion was.

I have just reams of humiliating stories like this. Oh, geez. When I started to become interested in boys? I'd rather just forget all about it! Thankfully, adulthood is much better!

[Freitag]

OK, here's a story that popped into my head.

When I was in high school, there was this girl I *adored*. Her name was Alana. I thought about her constantly, I even drove by her house a few times. (and yes, I know that's creepy behavior, I was 17 and stupid at the time)

She finally found out that I liked her after one of her teammates tipped her off after chemistry class. I was walking behind her, and I remember this like anything, she spun, pointed at me, and said "Ewwwwwwwww!" and laughed with the other girls. Mortifying.

I went to my 10 year high school reunion, and two weird things happened:

1) Alana was there... and she was horrifically overdressed and made-up for something that was supposed to be more casual. She felt really awkward and embarassed, but she didn't know what to make of the situation. I sat down and talked with her for a few minutes, and I realized that 10 years does a lot to seal up old wounds and make you feel better about the situation. She felt awkward and trapped in a situation with people she hadn't seen for 10 years and probably won't see for another 10. I identified with that, and I made my peace with what she did to me.

2) Another woman I knew from school was there, and she acted very awkwardly towards me, talking about all the great times we had in high school and how she wanted to marry a guy like me. I told her a few times about my GIRLFRIEND, Liz. And how I LIVED with my GIRLFRIEND, Liz. She wouldn't stop hitting on me.

She had emailed me a few times (finding my email address from another person) to come to parties that she was throwing, acting like we were best friends from high school when we really weren't. I finally had to explain to her that I had kind of moved on from high school and I appreciate her offer of friendship but I really wasn't interested. Awkward, definitely. Embarassing, yes.

Being embarassed like that helps grow and modify our behavioral set. It's a learning experience. a Tough one, but a learning experience nonetheless.

[A.J.]

When I was in high school, there was this girl I *adored*. Her name was Alana. I thought about her constantly, I even drove by her house a few times. (and yes, I know that's creepy behavior, I was 17 and stupid at the time)

We've all done that.

[Freitag]

An addition:

Two people accused me here of being embarassed by what happened at BANOF2. Hell, somebody posted a thread (character?) about how good it was to hear me get my ass kicked, especially since I've been such a integral part of the R&F show since 2005. :blink:

The night sucked for me, but it was also one of the most important learning/growth experiences I've ever had in my adult life. I learned a LOT from the night, both about people and myself. It was one of the worst nights of my life, but helped me create a better future for myself in both behaviors and understanding people. I almost think that if it wasn't for BANOF2, I wouldn't be where I am today.

[Melissa the Accountant]

Being embarassed like that helps grow and modify our behavioral set. It's a learning experience. a Tough one, but a learning experience nonetheless.

That is a really good point. Our most wrenching moments are often what shape us. I had so little social awareness, and very little sense of how other people saw me, when I first started being around other people. While in contrast, the other kids had a few years of socialization on me. If I'd just floated through the whole thing unscathed, I probably wouldn't have turned into the kind of person who pays a lot more attention to social cues and other people's behavior.

It sucked at the time, but I generally like the person I am today.

[Freitag]

We've all done that.

Was that a setup for a joke of pointing at me and saying "Ewwww", or you've driven by Alana's house?

[Kris10]

I have a lot of things like that. I was raised pentecostal and home schooled until I was like 11 or 12, so when my mom got a job and I went to public school, by that point I was completely unfit to socialize with other kids. I remember I thought it was going to be JUST LIKE THE BABYSITTER'S CLUB, only with fewer social and moral dilemmas. Oh my god, I know how stupid that sounds, but I thought it would be great. I was so eager to go to school and meet other kids and have a best friend, since we lived out in the country and I only rarely did stuff with other kids.

Predictably, the teachers were pretty much the only ones who liked me, because I was a chipper, Jesus loving little social misfit. I remember this one day not long after starting public school, when our teacher was gone for the day and she kept this bag of peanut butter cups in her desk drawer. One of the other kids told the substitute that on whatever day of the week it was, our regular teacher gave us candy and she kept it in such and such drawer. The sub looked doubtful and I just stared at my desk. I must have looked weird, because she asked me, is that true? I told her no, it was a lie. I slumped down in my desk. I could just feel all the other kids focusing the psychic power of their hatred at me. So I said, "I can't disappoint Jesus, okay?" I don't know why in my mind that would make them understand why I couldn't lie. That haunted me for years.

Something I'm seriously ashamed of is that I let my mother convince me that it would be a good idea to give an "informative" speech about demon possession. Thankfully, the teacher suggested tactfully that I should pick a topic that would appeal more to the other students. I am so grateful to her for that, even though she probably thought I was a complete freak. But it's embarrassing to think back and realize how gung-ho I was about the whole thing. It took me years to understand how insane my parents' religion was.

I have just reams of humiliating stories like this. Oh, geez. When I started to become interested in boys? I'd rather just forget all about it! Thankfully, adulthood is much better!

WOW! My ex husband was pentecostal, I completely didn't understand this religion whatsoever, but he stopped practicing a long time ago. Besides its crazy sister, I didn't know anyone else who use to practice it.

[A.J.]

Was that a setup for a joke of pointing at me and saying "Ewwww", or you've driven by Alana's house?

I drove by a chick-I-liked's house, my buddies drove by chicks-they-liked's houses, my co-workers drove by chicks-they-liked's houses...it's just part of being a teenager.

[weekapaugjz]

She finally found out that I liked her after one of her teammates tipped her off after chemistry class. I was walking behind her, and I remember this like anything, she spun, pointed at me, and said "Ewwwwwwwww!" and laughed with the other girls. Mortifying.


i feel your pain. not the exact thing happened to me but very similar. one of the worst feelings ever. one of the reasons i never opened up to chicks for a very, very long time.

my most embarrassing moment happened at a waterpark. any time i go to one or see one i relive this horrible experience:

7th grade class trip we went to an amusement park that had a sweet waterpark so i was totally pumped for it. i was pretty chubby (understatement) in my youth so i always had my reservations about it around my friends and girls being around. so we are walking up to the wave pool and my friend decides to pants me in front of everyone.

there i was, standing in front of 20 or so of my friends, trunks around my ankles with my prepubescent junk for all to see. nothing could have been more embarrassing. i proceeded to punch my friend in the face as hard as i could.

[Freitag]

That's the thing. We're all so protective of each other's feelings. And there's a difference between being nice and being civil.

There's a kid I went to college with who constantly had to be the center of attention. He was a wrestling fan, and emulated wrestlers at the time to part of his personality. (No lie, he'd wear Hogan's feather boa or Edge and Christian's goofy sunglasses)

To this day, I think he was severely autistic with asperger's syndrome, because he didn't realize that people were laughing at him, not with him.

I would constantly hear from my friends about how "Dave" was calling them and annoying them but they had to be nice to him.

I, on the other hand, didn't have that problem, and basically told him that he's an ass and I didn't want to hang out with him.

That kind of backfired. Dave had a lot of people who were friendly to his face but messed with him SEVERELY, and every time something went wrong in his life, he blamed me, even when I had nothing to do with it.

When I graduated college, he became the guy who graduated but still hung around college, and when he got in trouble, for some reason, he blamed ME for reporting him (even though at that time I was on the other side of the state and didn't even know what he was doing)

Some people get it, some don't. It's up to you to grow and adapt.

[Kris10]

I went on my daughter's daycare trip last year to Storybook Land. When I woke up that morning I wasn't feeling good but I showered, had my usual chocolate milk, and went with her. It wasn't her first trip but it was the first that I was going on as a chaperone, so I got to take her and some of her pals around this damn park.

So we get on the bus, it was about an hour drive and we almost get there and my stomach isn't feeling well at all and then out of no where, its starting to happen, its making its way up, the chocolate milk that I HAD to have before I left the house!!! I cover my mouth with my hands and vomit. GREAT! This is going to be a day of fun! I couldn't have waited 2 more minutes till we pulled into the damn parking lot.

I'm moritified at this point, the little kids think its really cool I just barfed all over the bus, my poor daughter is patting me on my back telling me its ok and holding my hair away from my face. I get off the bus and go to the bathroom and hose myself off, thankfully I was feeling better so I stayed the day. But I barfed 2 more times throughout Storybook Land. All over the pavement, of course I never made it to the bathroom which was on the other side of the park. I ended up calling my ex who worked nearby and he took me & my daughter home, I'm sure the rest of the parents and teachers were excited about that.

I wasn't banned from any future trips but I'll never go on another. It was a sign.

[tupper65]

OK, I got one

I was in 8th grade and transferred from public school to Catholic school (by the way, I transferred back to public school in 9th grade) and was trying to fit in with a new group of friends. We had decided to all go bowling and that we would meet at the alley at a specific time. Anyway, I decided to get there about 1/2 hour early, maybe bowl a practice game, so my parents dropped me off (the bowling alley was about a mile or two away) and when I got there, there were my new "friends" with a couple of girls, just finishing up their last game. When they saw me, all they could do was laugh at me. I was shot. I walked home and stayed in my room the rest of the day. I think that the toughest thing was seeing them the next day in school.

[weekapaugjz]

I went on my daughter's daycare trip last year to Storybook Land. When I woke up that morning I wasn't feeling good but I showered, had my usual chocolate milk, and went with her. It wasn't her first trip but it was the first that I was going on as a chaperone, so I got to take her and some of her pals around this damn park.

So we get on the bus, it was about an hour drive and we almost get there and my stomach isn't feeling well at all and then out of no where, its starting to happen, its making its way up, the chocolate milk that I HAD to have before I left the house!!! I cover my mouth with my hands and vomit. GREAT! This is going to be a day of fun! I couldn't have waited 2 more minutes till we pulled into the damn parking lot.

I'm moritified at this point, the little kids think its really cool I just barfed all over the bus, my poor daughter is patting me on my back telling me its ok and holding my hair away from my face. I get off the bus and go to the bathroom and hose myself off, thankfully I was feeling better so I stayed the day. But I barfed 2 more times throughout Storybook Land. All over the pavement, of course I never made it to the bathroom which was on the other side of the park. I ended up calling my ex who worked nearby and he took me & my daughter home, I'm sure the rest of the parents and teachers were excited about that.

I wasn't banned from any future trips but I'll never go on another. It was a sign.

oh man, that reminds me of another moment:

i was taking summer classes for college in belgium. thursday's were our field trip day and this particular day we were going to a holocaust museum and concentration camp. the night before, we did what all college students in europe do: get retardedly drunk.

so i was hungover as shit the next morning and was taking a nap on the bus to try to sleep it off a bit more. i woke up the instant i started to puke on myself. and it was that fantastic yellow bile puke from an empty stomach. all down the front of me. i had to walk around the rest of the day smelling like puke and having a yellow stain down the front of me. i had to keep my distance from the group because i smelled so bad. awful.

[Team_Ramrod]

I went on my daughter's daycare trip last year to Storybook Land. When I woke up that morning I wasn't feeling good but I showered, had my usual chocolate milk, and went with her. It wasn't her first trip but it was the first that I was going on as a chaperone, so I got to take her and some of her pals around this damn park.

So we get on the bus, it was about an hour drive and we almost get there and my stomach isn't feeling well at all and then out of no where, its starting to happen, its making its way up, the chocolate milk that I HAD to have before I left the house!!! I cover my mouth with my hands and vomit. GREAT! This is going to be a day of fun! I couldn't have waited 2 more minutes till we pulled into the damn parking lot.

I'm moritified at this point, the little kids think its really cool I just barfed all over the bus, my poor daughter is patting me on my back telling me its ok and holding my hair away from my face. I get off the bus and go to the bathroom and hose myself off, thankfully I was feeling better so I stayed the day. But I barfed 2 more times throughout Storybook Land. All over the pavement, of course I never made it to the bathroom which was on the other side of the park. I ended up calling my ex who worked nearby and he took me & my daughter home, I'm sure the rest of the parents and teachers were excited about that.

I wasn't banned from any future trips but I'll never go on another. It was a sign.

You are the coolest mom ever!

[LaBoob]

I have a lot of things like that. I was raised pentecostal and home schooled until I was like 11 or 12, so when my mom got a job and I went to public school, by that point I was completely unfit to socialize with other kids. I remember I thought it was going to be JUST LIKE THE BABYSITTER'S CLUB, only with fewer social and moral dilemmas. Oh my god, I know how stupid that sounds, but I thought it would be great. I was so eager to go to school and meet other kids and have a best friend, since we lived out in the country and I only rarely did stuff with other kids.

Predictably, the teachers were pretty much the only ones who liked me, because I was a chipper, Jesus loving little social misfit. I remember this one day not long after starting public school, when our teacher was gone for the day and she kept this bag of peanut butter cups in her desk drawer. One of the other kids told the substitute that on whatever day of the week it was, our regular teacher gave us candy and she kept it in such and such drawer. The sub looked doubtful and I just stared at my desk. I must have looked weird, because she asked me, is that true? I told her no, it was a lie. I slumped down in my desk. I could just feel all the other kids focusing the psychic power of their hatred at me. So I said, "I can't disappoint Jesus, okay?" I don't know why in my mind that would make them understand why I couldn't lie. That haunted me for years.

Something I'm seriously ashamed of is that I let my mother convince me that it would be a good idea to give an "informative" speech about demon possession. Thankfully, the teacher suggested tactfully that I should pick a topic that would appeal more to the other students. I am so grateful to her for that, even though she probably thought I was a complete freak. But it's embarrassing to think back and realize how gung-ho I was about the whole thing. It took me years to understand how insane my parents' religion was.

I have just reams of humiliating stories like this. Oh, geez. When I started to become interested in boys? I'd rather just forget all about it! Thankfully, adulthood is much better!


I was also raised in a very religious environment and was hardly socialized at all. I remember my mother acted like me having friends over the house was the end of the world... she didn't like that they would look around out of curiosity. She mistook their curiosity for judgement and she didn't like being judged by these little kids. Craziness...

I do blame my mother for not socializing me properly and have a HUGE list of embarassing stories that flash in front of me like PanterA described so perfectly... Everything will be well and good, and then all of a sudden I get that sinking feeling in my gut as something that happened 20 years ago flashes in front of my eyes and I relive all the fear, anxiety, and anger I felt then.

I don't even know where to start... oh yeah... I was in 1st grade and we had to make sentences for words like "woman", or "man", or "house" or some simple shit like that. I KNEW that all of the other kids were going to make up typical sentences like "My father is a man" or something boring like that, so I wanted to do something that would capture everybody's attention and show how creative I was... so I wrote "I had sex with a man"... I didn't even know what sex was!!! My teacher very, very nearly called child protective services on my parents. It scared me so bad that I had never told that story to someone. I told my friend about a year ago and he cracked the fuck up, so I realized it was actually kind of funny... I just remembered it as being completely traumatizing.

[tupper65]

Nice story (and nice sentence too:smile:)

It reminded me of when I was in first grade. I guess that as a 6 year old boy I had thought that farting was pretty cool. So one day I thought I had a good one worked up and when I pulled the trigger, BAM! It wasn't a fart! So now I have to figure out a way to tell my teacher (who by the way, I had a crush on) that I just crapped my pants. I don't know what was more embarrassing, telling my teacher, or sitting in the corner of the gym waiting for my Mom to show up with a clean pair of underwear.

[Kris10]

"I had sex with a man"... I didn't even know what sex was!!! My teacher very, very nearly called child protective services on my parents. It scared me so bad that I had never told that story to someone. I told my friend about a year ago and he cracked the fuck up, so I realized it was actually kind of funny... I just remembered it as being completely traumatizing.

:clap::lol::clap::lol::clap: OMG!!! Hysterical!!!

[Kris10]

You are the coolest mom ever!

Aww! Thanks! I'm glad someone appreciates my vomit as much as kids!

[Badinia]

I have the same experience as douggrasso- it happens when I'm zoning out on my bike, or drifting off to sleep, and things I regret or was just embarrassed by float to the surface- but thanks to Ronnie B, now I just mutter "Fuck it!" and keep pedaling.

[AnnoyedGrunt]

I have these moments so many times it isn't even funny. However reading some drinking stories reminded me of one I nearly forgot.

It was at the start of College, my first time away from home, etc. I had done some underage drinking live everyone but I had never gotten seriously hammered, so I guess I took this as an opportunity to make up for lost time. It was the first 'pub night' where everyone from our course basically took over the campus bar so I decide to start chugging a pitcher of beer, leading to a warning from a bouncer. Then I as I get drunker I start doing the Rob Van Dam pointing at yourself with your thumbs taunt. Not once or twice but probably close to a hundred times throughout the evening. That's still a personal litmus test for douche chill inducing behavior.

[silas]

It might be that the people who don't have/realize these feelings that are missing out.

I'm already regretting this oprah moment....tg for the edit function.

[LaBoob]

Working at my first job when I was around 16, I had this boss who was hysterically funny, but I now look back and realize that most of his humor went beyond inappropriate... luckily I had a good sense of humor then, and I was just happy to have a boss that was fun. There was this customer who came in one time and you could immediately tell she was a bitch. She also had a HUUUUGE mole on her face which was kinda weird but whatever, even though I was 16 I was still professional. My boss handed me a note which I proceeded to read... OUT LOUD... "Huge....blackhead...on...this...woman's...." Realizing what I had just read out loud I immediately stopped and pretended nothing at all happened. I don't think I even looked at her after that, so to this day I still don't know if she heard me.

Lesson learned: When someone hands you a note in front of other people, don't read it out loud!!!!!

[Melissa the Accountant]

Working at my first job when I was around 16, I had this boss who was hysterically funny, but I now look back and realize that most of his humor went beyond inappropriate... luckily I had a good sense of humor then, and I was just happy to have a boss that was fun.

I had a boss like that once too, when I used to work for this check cashing store. It was so completely inappropriate, but we used to have so much fun working there. To this day, that unprofessional asshole remains my favorite boss ever. Everybody knew to act professional in front of the customers, but in the back of the store we all had such a horrible sense of humor.

One time we had this really white trash lady bring in a big check from the state and when I cashed it for her she just stuck all this money, more than $15,000, in the pocket of her filthy sweatpants and waddled out. I was having a hard time not losing it, because I could hear my boss on the other side of the wall, playing air banjo and dancing while the other employees cackled and hummed the Deliverance theme. The customer kept looking up like she thought she could hear something, and I could just feel my face turning red. Good times!

[LaBoob]

I had a boss like that once too, when I used to work for this check cashing store. It was so completely inappropriate, but we used to have so much fun working there. To this day, that unprofessional asshole remains my favorite boss ever. Everybody knew to act professional in front of the customers, but in the back of the store we all had such a horrible sense of humor.

One time we had this really white trash lady bring in a big check from the state and when I cashed it for her she just stuck all this money, more than $15,000, in the pocket of her filthy sweatpants and waddled out. I was having a hard time not losing it, because I could hear my boss on the other side of the wall, playing air banjo and dancing while the other employees cackled and hummed the Deliverance theme. The customer kept looking up like she thought she could hear something, and I could just feel my face turning red. Good times!

I also look back at that boss and realize that a lot of what he did and said went BEYOND sexual harassment... but I never felt uncomfortable about it. It was honestly just funny. Now if he was a dick, I would've felt uncomfortable and would've said or done something about it. Weird how that situation changes based on the person.