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Post by kaywhyz on Nov 5, 2012 2:13:44 GMT -5
A lot of people not saying anything, here. And I think that should change! So we all have these kind of embarrassing stories to tell, I'm sure, and I think it would be a good way to get us all... comfortable with each other?
That's not creepy.
So my story begins on a night. I was six or seven or somewhere in that general age range, and eating candy with my brother (who was about thirteen-ish). My brother was entertaining me by repeatedly sticking an M&M in his ear and pulling it back out—because these are the things that six-year-olds find funny. I was eating Tic-Tacs, and my brother hatched a great idea.
"Stick one in your ear!"
And so I did. And I couldn't get it out. And so, crying to my extremely confused mother that there was a tic-tac in my ear, I was driven to the Emergency Room. And then another. And then another.
See, for some reason, none of these places could get this stupid orange-flavored mint out of my ear. The first one tried to use a hook: it didn't work. The second place tried to use a suction-thing (I know a lot about medical tools): it didn't work. The third place actually put me to sleep and used a combination of a hook and a suction thing. I woke up with a stuffed zebra plush toy, which I very creatively named Zebrie, and to this day the hearing in that ear is less than perfect. Sometimes, when I see a new doctor that checks my ears, they question the scarring and I have to tell this story to a medical professional.
Fun times were to be had by all.
So what's one of your embarrassing moments?
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Post by yak on Nov 5, 2012 5:43:55 GMT -5
I peed my pants when I was in 1st grade.. enough said.
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Post by DanRezler on Nov 5, 2012 8:32:53 GMT -5
Once when I was 6 or so I was in my living room on the floor watching my mother vacuum. The phone rang and my mother went to get it, but my family had (and still have) this vacuum with a broken on off switch so the only way to turn it off is to unplug it. Not expecting to be on the phone for more than a minute she left the vacuum on and went to the phone. Ever inquisitive me sat there staring at this monstrosity of a machine making all manner of noise and I suppose I must have been fascinated. Fascinated enough at least to stick my hand underneath to see what was going on. In sucked in my hand and now I still have several gnarly scars on two of my fingers.
Now every time someone asks how I got these badass fighting scars on my hand I have to tell them I stuck my hand in a vacuum.
Good topic idea! I'd love to hear more of these.
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Post by shartiella on Nov 5, 2012 9:44:33 GMT -5
When I was 2 years old I asked my mom "Do sausages grow on a tree or on a bush?"
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Post by quesadalejandro on Nov 5, 2012 10:08:12 GMT -5
Probably 6 years ago (i was 14), l was playing with my neighbours at their house and the owner of the house was showing how awesome his dog was (it was really awesome btw, because it knew a lot of tricks) however when l went to pet the dog, it probably thought something like this "l'm so tired of this kids petting me and what not, l'm going to bite this one, he looks weak" and so he bit me on my hand (not too bad though) and my friends heard me screaming like a little girl with a ponytail, and the worst is that i'll always have a scar in my wrist close to the place people cut, so once a year a classmate or a relative ask me with worry in their eyes if i cut myself and l have to explaind them this lovely moment. (they're kinda fading though, is that normal or do l have haemochromatosis (i'm on medschool so l should know the answer (*to the new england journal of medicine*)))
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Post by echo on Nov 5, 2012 12:08:07 GMT -5
When I was 2 years old I asked my mom "Do sausages grow on a tree or on a bush?" ...and?
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Post by jordynreadsalot on Nov 5, 2012 13:38:20 GMT -5
My thing with embarrassing memories is that they are never gruesome. I can always accept that I have experience pain; hell most of the time I look back and laugh at the memories. The things that always make me cringe to remember are the memories of times when I have said things or done things that have hurt other people.
The one that frequents my mind (and makes me want to jump of a cliff because I hate remembering it so much) is when I was 8 years old. I was playing with my three year old sister in the backyard. It was spring time and our father had just finished shovelling the slushie-left-over snow off the walkway and we were sitting in our tree fort which looked down at the walkway. My father had left the huge bucket shovel in the middle on the path and thought it would be cool to jump into it. So I was trying to convince my sister to jump from the tree house into it. She being a sensible three year old said no. And this is when I want to throw myself off a cliff when this memory enters my mind. She stood up to leave the tree fort and I pushed her out of the tree fort. So she fell 4 ft through the air and down onto the walk path, where her head landed against the edge of the shovel.
She had to go to the hospital and get 7 stitches in her forehead and still has a scar 11 years later. This is a memory that makes me feel so bad and so embarrassed.
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Post by snazzybeard on Nov 5, 2012 14:02:09 GMT -5
We do a New Years swim every year in my village where we jump into the local marina, well I had never done it before and I had gotten to an age where I thought "Meh you only live once!" So i thought I don't just want to jump in like everyone else, I'll do it in a full Santa suit! Well the day came around (before I go any further I should point out I am a good swimmer) I dressed up and jumped head first into the water. I'm not going to lie it felt like I'd jumped into an Antarctic ice drift, so that knocked the wind out of me. To make matter worse the material that the Santa suit was made of absorbed water like a camel, so I started back towards the beach and its a wee bit away. I got about half way before i started to struggle under the weight of the suit, so much so that two life guards swam over to me and had to help me the last few meters. To make matter worse while they were helping me about 4/5 children swam past me and looked at me like I was an old man!
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Post by shartiella on Nov 5, 2012 16:00:34 GMT -5
When I was 2 years old I asked my mom "Do sausages grow on a tree or on a bush?" ...and? it's a stupid question and now i'm embarrassed
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Post by timsandeman on Nov 5, 2012 17:16:32 GMT -5
it's a stupid question and now i'm embarrassed I think he was asking which was it, a tree or a bush?
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Post by Sandra on Nov 5, 2012 17:22:27 GMT -5
In second grade I used to get to class early because the teacher would let me read whatever I wanted in the "Reading Nook" (basically a corner in the back of the classroom surrounded by waist high bookshelves.) I would usually hang out there until after the morning announcements, at which point I'd go sit at my desk.
One day she upgraded the nook with some really cool bean bag chairs. I was elated. Settled down to read my Roald Dahl without a second thought. Unfortunately the day of the beanbag upgrade was also the day we had a fire drill immediately after the morning announcements.
Now, I was a pretty small kid with a mighty large backpack back in second grade. I don't know how I didn't see this coming, but when the fire alarm went off and everyone started leaving the room I realized I couldn't get up. The beanbag chair had absorbed my enormous backpack and wouldn't let go. I was like an upturned turtle. By the time I recovered from shock enough to think about calling for a little help, my class was already out the door. The teacher turned the lights off and everything. I sat there, stuck to the beanbag chair for half an hour. It would've taken less time, except that when the teacher took roll outside she realized I was missing and there was this whole panicky ordeal while they tried to find me. The whole school was on high alert. Eventually the teacher thought to check the reading nook. There I was, clutching my copy of The BFG and on the verge of tears. They asked afterward why I didn't just take my backpack off. I still don't have a good answer for that.
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Post by thatgerardoguy on Nov 5, 2012 17:24:05 GMT -5
When I was at the ripe age of 8 I was in school with a strong stomach ache. I assumed I needed to throw up so when the class had its daily potty break I tried my hardest to barf out what ever was causing me this pain. But after having my head up against a toilet for about 5 minutes and not getting any results I gave up and went back to class. A few minutes past and I felt it. I needed to extinguish my breakfast. I told my teacher about my situation and ran out the room towards the restroom. With the entrance of the bathroom only a few steps away I couldn't hold it any longer. I threw up all over the floor and since I was running I slipped on it. Covered in throw up I didn't know what to do. So I just sat there until a hall monitor came by about a minute or two later. And then proceeded to walk down the hall when the bell for lunch rang. All my classmates saw me as I walked to the nurse's office. Covered in chewed up scrambled eggs and orange juice.
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Post by timsandeman on Nov 5, 2012 17:29:01 GMT -5
Okay, I've finally managed to come up with a decent story to share.
A number of years ago now, when I was in year 7 or 8, I arrived to school one morning. It was the middle of winter, and although it can get pretty cold, there's generally no snow or a whole heap of ice. On this particular day however, the schools oval sprinklers had been left on, and had formed a sheet of ice over the footpath. I was walking across the oval when I spotted my friends sliding across the ice. Naturally, I got excited and went running to join them. I dropped my back before getting there. Problem is though, in my excitement, I didn't slow down enough or stop to think before running onto the ice. As soon as my foot hit that ice, it slipped out from under me and I smashed my head into the concrete/ice. I'm proud to say that I immediately got up and when the bell rang I went to class, despite not being able to hear out of one ear. After a few minutes of sitting in class though, someone who had seen it happen came in and said I had to go down to sick bay because my mum was coming to pick me up to go home. First thing in the morning.
Not the most embarrassing story ever, but embarrassing in that it was just a genuinely moronic moment in my life.
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Post by ettennly on Nov 5, 2012 18:29:33 GMT -5
This is probably one of my most embarrassing stories I've never told it to anyone other than my immediate family that where there when it happened. It also requires a bit of a back story.
My dad's father had 3 kids from his first marriage and they had all been adopted because his wife had passed away and he was in the military. So he had never met his 3 half siblings until I was 11. We met his sister and 2 brothers and their spouses in the summer and his sister and her husband visited for Christmas that year. My aunt and uncle stayed in my younger sister's and I bedroom and we slept in the family room. I have no recollection of this as I never in my life have any knowledge of sleep walking and my family said that I didn't. So for whatever reason I happened to sleep walk this night and ended up cuddled up with my uncle that I didn't really know. I woke up at 2 in the morning super disoriented not knowing where I was. I was totally mortified and just wasn't going to say anything but he brought it up the next morning at breakfast and everyone had a good laugh at my expense.
There's more but that's probably the one I consider most embarrassing.
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Post by droogiesteve on Nov 6, 2012 9:42:45 GMT -5
OK, I think I've finally got one that won't scar everyone here for life:
When I was fourteen, I had my first girlfriend. I didn't like her very much, but she was pretty and I was just happy to have a girlfriend, since I was a nerdy kid. Anyway, one day I broke-up with her after getting wind that this other girl I had a crush on was available. I proceeded to dramatically confessed my feelings to her, and it worked, for about five minutes.
We kissed once. It was awkward, and I was overzealous with the trying to shove my tongue down her throat. The girl's ever frumpy and bitter-faced best friend told me she was breaking up with me the same day.
I got back with my first girlfriend later that week.
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