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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
Crime Waves
Crime Waves In a down economy the duo watched as their fathers struggled to feed their families, money was tight and they always thought there had to be a better way. “Fuck me running T, if it wasn’t for bad luck we wouldn’t have any luck at all”. Dolan was red faced and visibly upset, nothing the two of them had planned had gone accordingly and the last thing he wanted was to spend time in the hoosegow.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Pooing in Paradise
It really wasn't my fault. Not really. That's what I tell myself. Mauritius is a beautiful, lush green volcanic island with the purest white sandy beaches you can imagine, and I'd dreamed of visiting ever since I saw pictures of it twenty years before; being there was a once-in-a-lifetime, no-expense-spared extravagance, and this was why, rather than being one of fifty passengers packed sardine-like onto a catamaran for a day trip, I hired out the whole thing.
By BananaMan5 years ago in Confessions
Cheez-It Thief. Top Story - April 2021.
May 18, 2009 My story begins yesterday at 9am, when I woke up at my parents house and poured myself a small bowl of frosted mini-wheat cereal. A couple hours later, my parents and I left the house and headed towards the Portland International Airport. I made my way through security and found myself reading a sign, "Portland to Honolulu delayed until 1:30pm." At my gate, I sat down, pulled out my laptop, and waited patiently for nearly two and a half hours.
By Michelle Jenkins5 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not Defined By Regret, I Define Who I Am
I have many humorous embarrassing stories to tell, being a naturally clumsy person gives you an edge. Like when I was in seventh grade at a volleyball tournament, I was walking down the bleachers when I noticed a super cute boy looking at me. I was so caught up in smiling at him that I didn't see a puddle of water on one of the bleachers and I slipped and rolled all the way down, I landed right behind my Mom, great catch by the way Mom, thanks. I was carrying a coke I had just bought and miraculously managed not to spill a single drop on my tumble down. Either way, I was horrified, but instead of running away with a flood of shameful tears, I stood up and took a bow in several directions, smiling and waving at everyone. I decided to encourage the laughter, and laugh with them, instead of allowing myself to feel shame. Everyone falls once or twice after all, right? I could sit here and tell stories of my epic falls one after another, and I could probably have you rolling on the floor with laughter, but what can you learn from that? The embarrassing story I am about to share is intimate and believe me, it's in no way humorous, however, I have been told that I have a unique way of throwing in a bit of humor, to keep it entertaining. I do this honestly, because it's a pretty sad story. I don't want anyone thinking I am feeling sorry for myself, because I am not, but I know there are people who are living the nightmare I have finally woken up from, this story is for them. I want them to know that there is hope, it isn't where you expect it either, many people expect a prescription, or an idea of something to do that gets you what you want, but those things don't really get you what you need, they simply sweep the problem under the rug, so that it can come back again, uglier and harder to cope with. I know this, because I am guilty of seeking out those things, and all I did was set myself up for the thing I am most ashamed of.
By Trisha Behrens5 years ago in Confessions
My Last Trip to Dairy Queen
It was October 19th 2020, the day I unwittingly ended any future rendezvous with the Dairy Queen of exit 172 on the Garden State Parkway. The day had started on a much more positive note, it was my 20th Birthday! I began my day with a quick workout and shower before returning to my room. There, it was time to pick out a t-shirt. I was particularly excited, because my t-shirt drawer in the upper left hand quadrant doubled as my narcotics corner. I reached in and pulled out the edibles that I had been saving for a special event (Apocalypse Now or John Wick I had not yet decided) and go downstairs to meet my 22 year old sister at the kitchen table.
By Ben Zucker5 years ago in Confessions
Golden Elixir
Perfection? Sometimes it seems as though this world is too damn perfect! The sky was of a heavy gray and all happened so perfectly, I mean, if the little boy down the street would not have died that morning, then Sandra, his school teacher, would not have met Lorie’s dad at the funeral. It seemed like his coffin was glowing with light by the way the sun stroke the wood. My heart was crushed yet the way the pain pulled my insides assured me how I am filled with life. And the way the birds flew from the forest’s backdrop scene, it seemed like his soul flew out of this realm to reach the unseen. Perfection then must embrace episodes of sourness.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Confessions
Mistaken Identity
Highschool is an awkward time in everyone’s life. You're going through puberty, people who you thought were your friends may not be your friends anymore, and you start getting into relationships and going on dates. I was in tenth grade at the time when I decided that I would conquer a fear of mine and ask out my crush Adrianna. I did not know it at the time, but this would become one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
By Nicholas McKenna5 years ago in Confessions
