Embarrassment
The Uninvited Visitor
Vicarious embarrassment (also known as secondhand, empathetic, or third-party embarrassment) is the feeling of embarrassment from observing the embarrassing actions of another person. Unlike general embarrassment, vicarious embarrassment is not caused by participating in an embarrassing event, but instead by witnessing (verbally and/or visually) another person experience an embarrassing event.
By Damilola5 years ago in Confessions
Unworthy Fondness
Recurring thoughts from the past don’t seem to phase me much. I’ve learned to just let it pass and get on with my day. For some reason, this one in particular plays in my head constantly or it did, at least. Let’s take it back to 6th grade where I thought I met the boy of my dreams, or at least I thought. Let’s call him B. It may just seem like I am about to tell you tales of puppy love, but it wasn’t just that. I’ve known what I wanted since I was young. I knew love was something that made me feel warm and gushy inside. I knew soulmates existed, I also knew I had all my life to find one when the time is right. School and growing up was the main thing to focus on. When I met B, it was like I met my best friend. He was sweet, warm, he seemed sensitive, he was also helpful. Most of all he seemed to have his mind. B was nice, but I’m sure he was raised to be nice, of course. He was just nice to ME. We would almost find a way to be near each other, or look at each other, whether it be walking in the halls, partnering up in class, or making silly faces at one another. I would sometimes catch him staring at me when I was near him. He brought natural feel-good energy, to what was becoming a good friendship in my head. I started to develop feelings. I felt like I was on cloud 9, and wanted him to know how I felt about him, without actually saying it. Bear then moved to a different middle school, which wasn’t far away just down the street. That caused the friendship to be put on halt, but since Facebook had become a thing we reconnected there, but it wasn’t the same. I decided to focus on my studies like I should have been doing. But when B had gotten a girlfriend, that’s when the steady stream of embarrassment and acts of desperation happened.
By Kelsey Charles 5 years ago in Confessions
No Regrets
NO REGRETS|CHALLENGES I find it very ironic that it is only 32 hours before this challenge ends that I am seeing it. It was only 48 hours earlier that I just revealed my most embarrassing moment to my son. It was surprising to me to have even talked about this cringing experience that happened nearly 47 years ago.
By Queen Bea5 years ago in Confessions
An email, a search history and a day full of events
What keeps you awake at night? The existential dread of tomorrow and all the things you have to do? Fear of the dark or whatever might be lurking under your bed? For me, it’s all the stupid things I’ve ever said. Let me be clear about this, the amount of these stories is atrocious compared to a normal human being. I am a walking accident and could write a whole book on the embarrassing stories of my life (now there’s an idea…). Just ask my friends, they can vouch for this. I’ve narrowed it down to just a few that haunt me in the late hours of the night, so here goes.
By Kylie Best5 years ago in Confessions
Trampled
I'm usually the butt of jokes, and not easily offended. Unlike most people, my awkward middle school years lasted into adulthood. Allow me to paint the picture for you before moving on to the actual embarrassing part of the story. You may not know the difference otherwise.
By Kristy Freeman5 years ago in Confessions
The line to no where
And in that moment not only did I fuck up, those following me realized, they too fucked up. I’d call myself a leader, and I’ve heard it from others, but this was not my smoothest movement. To be fair this wasn’t a statement I was trying to make, or anything like that, but my intentions would make sense for others to follow, if they are just as clueless. There was no sign, no initiation, it just kinda, well happened.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
Double Exposure Therapy
The first step would be enough to intimate the weak of heart – about three feet high – I had to practically mount the first step of the eleven mile Kalalau trail. I had never done anything like it in my life, so I plead innocence on what propelled me to think I could handle this kind of adventure. I had a fifty pound backpack filled with the things I thought might need to sleep outdoors, without shelter, laid bare to the elements. I had good hiking shoes, laces double knotted with my will and my full-hardiness. It was Hawaii after all; Kauai, the garden isle, prompting one to feel that Adam and his infamous counterpart, Eve, might come strolling past on the narrow trails through the jungle. I was hiking along the Na'Pali Coast on the north coast of the island, one of the most remote places on earth. I had heard that there were only two ways to get there, by foot or by helicopter, and the latter was reserved for emergency situations, a desperate solution. For this reason, the Na’Pali coast attracted those on the fringe and the free-spirited….I wasn’t sure I fit into either category.
By Sung Uni Lee5 years ago in Confessions
Rock Wall People
My most embarrassing story happened when I was 28, I am 40 now. First let me give you a little background. I am a diagnosed schizophrenic as well as a couple other things, but this mental illness in its self causes me the most stress because you never know when an episode can happen. That can range from anything to hearing voices to having full on hallucinations. This story is about the first episode I ever had.
By Paige Walls5 years ago in Confessions
