Embarrassment
Pulling the Plug on a Mislocated Toe
When atmospheric pressure drops quickly before a summer storm, a number of interesting things happen. For one, dish-rags used in the kitchen sink, take on a rather putrid odor. Apparently, the bacteria living in the cloth, have a very small window of tolerance for sudden changes in air pressure, so when the pressure drops by more than a couple of mm-Hg, they collectively die and their dead and decaying bodies start to smell. Another trivial tidbit has it that certain body parts – especially those already compromised, will expand slightly in lower pressures, thus impinging on neighboring nerves and pain receptors. For example, people suffering from an inflamed bursa in the knee (bursitis) will complain more about pain prior to a storm where abrupt drops in pressure occur. As further testament to this, if you severely stub a toe or bruise a fingertip with a hammer, such an injury will be just a little more painful in times of quick shifts to lower atmospheric pressure.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Confessions
My Embarrassing Moment
My Embarrassing Moment I have one younger sister; and I was always taught to protect her. Not that I'm any great protector. I'm not a really good fighter. I was always beaten in fights. But I, still, knew I belonged standing up for my little sister.
By Shahidah Ahmad5 years ago in Confessions
My Audacious Crabwalk
This is the true story of a group of Ohio college friends who wanted to be cool like the fraternity students. We were friends who met in high school and college. We all came from working class families, so weren’t upper crust, but we had good hearts and we knew how to have fun. Although we were a ragtag bunch of five misfits, we ended up having one of the best intermural co-ed softball teams at the college. While others showed up with sponsored uniforms, we showed up in mismatched T-shirts and shorts. We beat most of the elite teams. We were hoping to get lucky with the girls on the team, but we were so dorky that we didn’t get to first base.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Confessions
Coddiwomple
When I was nineteen, I decided to move to England. I had been there the previous year for my high school senior trip and met Colin Smith, a British name if ever I heard one, on the last night before my return home. Colin and I corresponded for the year in between, while I attended Michigan State University as a freshman. This was before cell phones and email, so we wrote letters and postcards. I naïvely thought I knew him.
By Cheryl Slack5 years ago in Confessions
Inappropriately Happy
We have all had moments when we have said or done something that we look back on later and hang our heads in shame or embarrassment. Like the time in grade 8 when we were doing gymnastics in phys ed and I-- a skinny, not-too-coordinated kid-- was waiting in line with the other kids for my turn to run up to the box horse and use a springboard to bounce over it. For some reason that eludes me, I decided that I would really go for it, putting all my effort into it and vaulting through the air like Spider-Man.
By Craig Williams5 years ago in Confessions
First Day Jitters . Top Story - September 2022.
The cool air of the moon still lingered through the morning as my eyes opened to the light. I pulled the covers over my face in hopes of returning to the hours of least expectation, recreating the darkness to hide from the affliction of my responsibilities. To no avail, the alarm rang into my ears and shook me out of bed. I dragged my body to the edge of the mattress, ripping the blankets from my sheltered skin, to embrace the sting of the unforgiving breeze. The crisp cold greeted the tip of my nose as it leaked in through the cracked window. It was the only way I could ease my bones into sleeping, but it always became somewhat of a rude awakening. I stumbled over, collecting what was left of the joint from the night before, and pushed the window closed.
By TheLateBloom 5 years ago in Confessions
Things Went Sideways
I hate first dates. Some people relish the prospect of meeting new people, making new connections and the possibility of a true love connection. Under my anecdotal, non-scientific observation these people are always extroverts. I’m an introvert, I like people who know me already. I like people whose stories I know and who know mine. I like relationships that are multi-layered, based on inside knowledge and a deep connection that is way beyond superficial. But, to get to this level of deep connection you must first meet people. Agh!
By laura hayden5 years ago in Confessions
