Embarrassing Facts About Yourself
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I sucked my right index finger until I was eighteen. I had enough sense not to suck it at school, but would suck my finger at home and when I slept. I actually caused my finger to stretch and I still find myself not using it at times- a hold over from when I kept it “clean”. I just stopped sucking it, cold turkey- no therapy or anything. I know now it is a security mechanism, a way for a child to soothe himself when upset- so it was in a way, a healthy behavior used to deal with stress (yes, I am justifying my eccentric behavior, lol).
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When I was in 8th grade I had a huge crush on this guy named Roman. I had just moved that year so it was a new school. He was the first guy to talk to me at that school. All he said was "can I see your schedule?" and as he was handing it back to me he added "oh wait, let me get your number." That was all it took for my crush to begin.
I quickly noticed he was in several of my classes. The crush developed into a huge infatuation. It was quite embarrassing because now that I think about it, I hardly knew him. But till this day, I've never had an infatuation as heavy as that one.
I remember he sat right behind me in history class. I was always so nervous. I couldn't talk to him, I just couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say. But at the same time I longed so deeply for him to talk to me, just a bit. Finally, the day came. We took a history quiz and we had to grade each other's work. So Mrs. Stacy told us to pass the quiz forward one desk. The person in front of you would grade your quiz. When I turned around he said "Hey, do you think you could understand my handwriting? I know it can be kinda sloppy sometimes." I looked at the quiz and then at him. His eyes were hazel and his braces were blue. He was beautiful and I thought I was in love. But I had to say something! What do I answer? Was there a frog in my throat? Finally I mustered "yes...no...maybe..." I grabbed the quiz and turned back around. I could hear him giggling behind me. I never talked to him again. He went to a different high school. I'm still kind of embarrassed about it.
I quickly noticed he was in several of my classes. The crush developed into a huge infatuation. It was quite embarrassing because now that I think about it, I hardly knew him. But till this day, I've never had an infatuation as heavy as that one.
I remember he sat right behind me in history class. I was always so nervous. I couldn't talk to him, I just couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say. But at the same time I longed so deeply for him to talk to me, just a bit. Finally, the day came. We took a history quiz and we had to grade each other's work. So Mrs. Stacy told us to pass the quiz forward one desk. The person in front of you would grade your quiz. When I turned around he said "Hey, do you think you could understand my handwriting? I know it can be kinda sloppy sometimes." I looked at the quiz and then at him. His eyes were hazel and his braces were blue. He was beautiful and I thought I was in love. But I had to say something! What do I answer? Was there a frog in my throat? Finally I mustered "yes...no...maybe..." I grabbed the quiz and turned back around. I could hear him giggling behind me. I never talked to him again. He went to a different high school. I'm still kind of embarrassed about it.
When I was in 8th grade I had a huge crush on this guy named Roman. I had just moved that year so it was a new school. He was the first guy to talk to me at that school. All he said was "can I see your schedule?" and as he was handing it back to me he added "oh wait, let me get your number." That was all it took for my crush to begin.
I quickly noticed he was in several of my classes. The crush developed into a huge infatuation. It was quite embarrassing because now that I think about it, I hardly knew him. But till this day, I've never had an infatuation as heavy as that one.
I remember he sat right behind me in history class. I was always so nervous. I couldn't talk to him, I just couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say. But at the same time I longed so deeply for him to talk to me, just a bit. Finally, the day came. We took a history quiz and we had to grade each other's work. So Mrs. Stacy told us to pass the quiz forward one desk. The person in front of you would grade your quiz. When I turned around he said "Hey, do you think you could understand my handwriting? I know it can be kinda sloppy sometimes." I looked at the quiz and then at him. His eyes were hazel and his braces were blue. He was beautiful and I thought I was in love. But I had to say something! What do I answer? Was there a frog in my throat? Finally I mustered "yes...no...maybe..." I grabbed the quiz and turned back around. I could hear him giggling behind me. I never talked to him again. He went to a different high school. I'm still kind of embarrassed about it.
I quickly noticed he was in several of my classes. The crush developed into a huge infatuation. It was quite embarrassing because now that I think about it, I hardly knew him. But till this day, I've never had an infatuation as heavy as that one.
I remember he sat right behind me in history class. I was always so nervous. I couldn't talk to him, I just couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say. But at the same time I longed so deeply for him to talk to me, just a bit. Finally, the day came. We took a history quiz and we had to grade each other's work. So Mrs. Stacy told us to pass the quiz forward one desk. The person in front of you would grade your quiz. When I turned around he said "Hey, do you think you could understand my handwriting? I know it can be kinda sloppy sometimes." I looked at the quiz and then at him. His eyes were hazel and his braces were blue. He was beautiful and I thought I was in love. But I had to say something! What do I answer? Was there a frog in my throat? Finally I mustered "yes...no...maybe..." I grabbed the quiz and turned back around. I could hear him giggling behind me. I never talked to him again. He went to a different high school. I'm still kind of embarrassed about it.
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Facts, I don't know. If I've recognized them as facts I am no longer embarrassed by them. Stories...I also don't know 
. I forget embarrassing stories as soon as humanly possible. I think it's a survival mode, or something lol.
I do have ONE story that I was terribly embarrassed about at the time, not so much now. At the delicate age of 12 (when anything could become an embarrassment), I went on a wilderness camping canoe trip; it was just some from my family and some from another big homeschool family. My family had brought rain ponchos, but didn't really expect rain, so the ponchos we brought were bought for how small they packed into a backpack, not how well they kept the rain off. Rookie mistake #1
We were in the middle of the river, hurrying towards our next campsite, when we got terrible wind and rain. Some of the canoes pulled out for a while, some of them hugged the shoreline and were ok, everyone got soaking wet...except the few people from the other family who had brought decent rain gear, duh. Every article of clothing to the skin was soaked. When we got back to camp, most of us put on our pajamas (the only change of clothes we had), and stripped off the wet stuff to dry in front of the fire.
For the girls, that was when things started to look really bleak. Someone had gotten the bright idea that we should hang the unmentionable articles we had washed yesterday behind the tent to dry. I don't know what we thought we were hiding, but ANYway...they were soaked too. So we rather needed the underwear to dry faster rather than slower, so we marched it out in front of everyone to put it on sticks and roast it over the fire as others were doing with their more presentable articles of clothing.
I just remember me and one of the guys from the other family standing next to each other by the fire: me with a shirt or something, him drying some ladies' underwear. Reserve is not the word to describe our relationship with that family. We'd do anything for them, they'd do anything for us, but there are some things that you do NOT discuss. And here we were. Every so often, he would draw back his stick and have me feel if they were dry. At the time, I was weltering in embarrassment. Now, I can laugh about it...we still don't discuss it.
. I forget embarrassing stories as soon as humanly possible. I think it's a survival mode, or something lol. I do have ONE story that I was terribly embarrassed about at the time, not so much now. At the delicate age of 12 (when anything could become an embarrassment), I went on a wilderness camping canoe trip; it was just some from my family and some from another big homeschool family. My family had brought rain ponchos, but didn't really expect rain, so the ponchos we brought were bought for how small they packed into a backpack, not how well they kept the rain off. Rookie mistake #1
We were in the middle of the river, hurrying towards our next campsite, when we got terrible wind and rain. Some of the canoes pulled out for a while, some of them hugged the shoreline and were ok, everyone got soaking wet...except the few people from the other family who had brought decent rain gear, duh. Every article of clothing to the skin was soaked. When we got back to camp, most of us put on our pajamas (the only change of clothes we had), and stripped off the wet stuff to dry in front of the fire.
For the girls, that was when things started to look really bleak. Someone had gotten the bright idea that we should hang the unmentionable articles we had washed yesterday behind the tent to dry. I don't know what we thought we were hiding, but ANYway...they were soaked too. So we rather needed the underwear to dry faster rather than slower, so we marched it out in front of everyone to put it on sticks and roast it over the fire as others were doing with their more presentable articles of clothing.
I just remember me and one of the guys from the other family standing next to each other by the fire: me with a shirt or something, him drying some ladies' underwear. Reserve is not the word to describe our relationship with that family. We'd do anything for them, they'd do anything for us, but there are some things that you do NOT discuss. And here we were. Every so often, he would draw back his stick and have me feel if they were dry. At the time, I was weltering in embarrassment. Now, I can laugh about it...we still don't discuss it.
I've already confessed that I used to eat my toe-nails as a youngster +, but I will also share
that I am a 'recovering ocd'er - have made leaps and strides, just a few more to go!!!
I actually wore my night-gown (3) days in a row and didn't shower for (3)days, just basin washed...'
I know this is laughable for most, but for me it's a 'sign' that Jesus is releasing me from the 'last'
of the ways of this world - of course there's more that I could share,
but just wanted to share this for now B's & S's in Christ!...
that I am a 'recovering ocd'er - have made leaps and strides, just a few more to go!!!
I actually wore my night-gown (3) days in a row and didn't shower for (3)days, just basin washed...'
I know this is laughable for most, but for me it's a 'sign' that Jesus is releasing me from the 'last'
of the ways of this world - of course there's more that I could share,
but just wanted to share this for now B's & S's in Christ!...