Here is at least one embarrassing moment. I was a chubby 8 or 9 year old and I had a crush. Valentine’s day came along so I decided to get her chocolates. The problem being her family was Jehovah’s Witnesses.
To my knowledge Jehovah’s Witnesses do not believe in holidays. I think she still liked me a little later on but by then I had developed schizophrenia.
Maybe her parents were never that angry with me but I felt embarrassed for sure.
I don’t talk about it cause its embarrassing and shaming.
I was with the guys and drunk out on the town and we were driving home but all of a sudden someone said they had to pee and it started a chain reaction so fast forward we find someone’s house with a dark yard, in the city mind you, and dark windows so there are five of us guys peeing in this yard at midnight when all of a sudden midstream I hear a window open and some lady shouts “zip it up boys or I’m calling the police.” I was embarrassed. But now when I think of it that was kind of mean of her. I mean, midstream, it stung.
I was 13 aNd the hotteat girl in school was sitting infront of me… i could see her thong. And finally my teacher called me up to the front of the class room to get a calculator… i had a woody🙃
I used to date a sex worker. She was funny and nothing could phase her
lol I love this thread
I got invited over to dinner by my new girl-freinds mum so they could get to know me. I think the nerves kicked in - and needed to do a no2 in the toilet. But i did such a massive log it wouldnt flush.
I never mentioned it and just left it.
Yeah. I went to school with a girl whose parents were JWs. No birthdays or holidays.
@Naarai. So did you go out with the girl again?
No i didnt. I wasnt invited back. We were only 17 anyway. She went off with a boy with rich parents. lol.
I’ve a couple that come to mind, but one private one fills me with embarrassment every time.
Many of you know I was an addict, one week I had scored some opioids, like 90 10mg pills. I finished the bottle off in 3 days. Well opioid and nicotine together can make people vomit. They work on similar receptors.
Anyway, I had just swallowed about 6 pills, and was smoking a cigarette in my bathroom, had the sudden urge and vomited in the toilet, losing the pills I had just swallowed. I proceeded in my drug addled addiction brain, too fish the pills out of the toilet, rinse them, and proceed to reswallow them.
I was alone, no one ever knew, but that level of addiction still strikes me, it’s a story I try to remember every time I get an urge to use. How bad I was, not on APs, a worthless disgusting addict, self medicated, thinking that life style was fine due to my own self loathing.
That’s one of many drug filled adventures.
Don’t be like I was, addiction is no joke.
In French class our teacher kept the fourth year students in a little room behind the class. We were supposed to be studying on our own. One of the things this girl and I were supposed to be doing was study this French play, which we were supposed to give in front of the 2nd and 3rd year students. I did memorize most of it, but not enough to reel off the top of my head in front of the class. The day we were supposed to give the play, another girl and I smoked a joint before lunch. This was when Colombian weed first came in to Oklahoma, and I got higher than anticipated. When the girl and I were trying to give the play I flubbed a line, and I started laughing really hard. I couldn’t stop. All the kids in front of us couldn’t look at me. They stared down at their desks. I don’t know how long I laughed, but it was a good while. I hoped the French teacher would send us back to our little room, but he kept us up there for a long time, until he finally realized out play was a lost cause. The next day I couldn’t look at anyone in the class.
I was put in jail during psychosis and my mom decided to move to another house while I was locked up, so the movers found my porn stash and probably had a good laugh about it. I felt pretty betrayed.
Well I had someone walk in on me in a public restroom by accident just now LOL. The stall door had a stuck lock.
I came out of a Walmart on a dark night and my key wouldn’t fit in the car’s door lock.
I figured the lock was broken, so i actually in desperation peeled a side panel off of the car door and started to wedge it down the window trying to pop the lock.
This is when my wife looked a few feet over to her left and said…“Er, Honey. This isn’t our car!”
I was breaking into the exact make and model of car, BUT IT WASN’T MINE!! Oh, man we hightailed it out of there…with a piece of the poor guy’s side door panel still in my hands!
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