Embarrassment
Algorithms of a Break Up
I’ve attempted to re-create it, if that’s the correct word. I’m not sure about the terminology. I mean, I’m trying to basically de-construct the destruction or maybe reverse-engineer it. I don’t know. I mean can an event, a past event, be reverse-engineered or de-constructed? I’m going to attempt it. I have to.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Confessions
My hysterical work at home horror story....
So, like most people, I work at home. Gosh I'm so lucky! I get to wake up, get the kids off to school and head up to my home office. Today, being my mini Friday, I decide to go casual. Long tank top nightie it is! I'm workin’ in comfort! I sip my coffee and turn on my wax melts, throw open my windows, loving life and the smell of pumpkin spice, and the fact I work at home...all alone. Just me and my 6 doggies.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
A Flatulent Tale
Why is the “acute stress response” called the “fight-or-flight response”. It’s too polarised. Why not the “fight-or-flight-or-freeze response”? For the anxious person - this one at least - in most cases, when shit hit the fan, neither fight nor flight was my instant reaction. More often than not... I froze. But believe it or not one of the most mortifying moments in my life is also one of my proudest.
By Miguel Rodrigues Fonseca5 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Disrupted Cross-Channel Shipping
My life has often felt like a badly-written sitcom: Heavy on the embarrassment; light on the laughs. Whether it's relationship faux-pas, or sartorial missteps, or - biggest of all - hairdressing calamities, I've spent much of my time on this wonderful planet behaving like a comedic buffoon who's found himself trapped in a series of increasingly surreal situations. Only minus the laughter track.
By Christopher Donovan5 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Suffered A Near Fatal Fart Attack
If you suffer from an excess of flatulence, as I do, it can lead to some extremely hilarious, embarrassing moments. There is one thing you should never do when dealing with the public and that is because it tends to leave a very bad smell, if you know what I mean, except in this case it was all the sound and the fury without the whiff.Allow me to explain.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
Once Upon a Car Crash
You know, one of the many “fun” things about anxiety is that it makes everything embarrassing. Walking across the room? Embarrassing. Buying toothpaste? Embarrassing. I blinked once, and it was embarrassing (exaggeration? Maybe. Maybe not). Basically: I exist? How embarrassing.
By Katherine Scott5 years ago in Confessions
Two For The Show
This story takes place at a hotel, which was actually the first stop my family and I had made on our road trip to New Jersey (we were in the process of moving). Since we'd already left the house for good and still wanted to spend more time in Arizona before leaving forever, we decided to stay in a hotel for a couple of days.
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
High School Fool
It all started with a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that you'd assume a horror movie would take place. My best friend Bernadette and I were at her dad's house, alone, watching Transformers (mostly for Megan Fox) when the power went out.
By Jesse Bixby5 years ago in Confessions
