Embarrassment
I LOST ON JEOPARDY!
I am not the only person that has reconsidered their bucket list in light of of a worldwide pandemic that has reordered the way we live and work. When the opportunity arises to check major boxes on that list, one should take it no matter how much fear of embarrassment or humiliation creeps into the brain. That is the reason that I was on Jeopardy! Or, more bluntly, that is the reason I Lost On Jeopardy!. I religiously watched the show with my dad as a kid and had watched every season since. Anyone who knows me knows that Alex Trebek was in my pantheon of Saints and Jeopardy is sacrosanct in my house. Being on the show was one of those childhood dreams that didn’t go away. But the kind that you keep wondering if it will actually ever happen. You see, it almost didn't happen because of my own fear.
By Herman Wilkins III5 years ago in Confessions
Just Plain Disaster
Dear readers, please be warned that this story may cause you secondhand embarrassment. You may find yourself awake at three in the morning, reflecting on why the forces of the universe allowed you to be such a disaster of a human being. Or maybe that’s just me. But please do consider this as my preface to the most cringe-worthy moment of my life. The moment was made worse by the fact that it occurred in front of famous people.
By Maegan White5 years ago in Confessions
Twin Trip.
You know that feeling when your in a relationship with someone who is just so perfect for you, you like the same movies, foods, you make each other laugh, they even kinda look like you, all your friends like them, your the perfect couple in your friend group. Naturally you then move in together, get to know each other’s families, get a plant together, maybe even a puppy ( a practice kid really but you don’t actually ever say that because that would look needy and clingy, even though you both treat the dog like a child baby) Then you get to the level of showering together at first it’s sexy, then it’s clinical... now your watching each other pee and poop, by this stage you have automatically reached this very specific level of comfort where you just assume your going to be together forever and ever... and ever.
By Azizi Donnelly5 years ago in Confessions
The Power of a Little Red Fabric
When I was sixteen years old, I decided to play football. That doesn't sound all too riveting, I'm aware, considering millions of sixteen-year-olds play football every year in America. But the catch was that I was a sixteen year old girl. And I did do it—play, that is. When I turned seventeen, I became the varsity placekicker and was the only girl on the team, the only girl to play football in the school's history, and to my knowledge, the only girl to ever play in and score points in a New Jersey State championship football game.
By Abigail Lets5 years ago in Confessions
Double trouble travelling Route 66
I ‘recognised’ him when he walked into the coffee shop. A somebody. But I struggled to place him. We were in St Louis, just a few days into driving Route 66 with my friend Clare, east to west, Chicago to LA, many miles under our (seat) belt, having devoured pancakes and double shot coffees to fuel the mileage ahead.
By Mark Glover5 years ago in Confessions
Getting home from camping
It had been a fantastic weekend of camping with the girls. The pine trees surrounded us. The weather had been perfect, especially for the beach. There’s nothing like sitting on the beach, where it is not too crowded, all the space we had, just sipping on some Palm Bays.
By The Bastard Jack5 years ago in Confessions
The Tree
It was a dead-quiet weekday night, and I was safely tucked in my single- room dorm bed, scrolling through my phone. A while before, I shut all the lights off, only to leave the flame-colored desk lamp as the only source of light in the room. It was a comfortable setting after a day of hard work and a busy college schedule. The phone screen shone bright directly into my face while I checked the last late night posts on my social media feed before bed. Suddenly, the door to my balcony flung wide open, sending the curtains reeling uncontrollably into the room. My heart thundered inside my chest as I stared, frightened, at the gaping space between the inside of the room and the outside. Nothing had alerted me of a brewing storm in the middle of spring; nor had my weather app. I posed the phone on the nightstand and reluctantly got out of bed.
By Yvad Ssird5 years ago in Confessions
Poop, Goes the Weasel
At a very young age, I realized sooner than later that I wouldn't always get my way. Life has proven consistent in this aspect. The little things, you see. Anyway, the story I am about to tell you is a particularly humiliating one. I trust you, so, you must promise never to tell a soul. This is a story of how my dream of being a shy over-achiever came tumbling down in nursery 3.
By Eno Akpan5 years ago in Confessions
