I don’t know what you all think about this (would love your opinions), but I’m thinking about starting a monthly feature with a few of your most ’embarrassing’ or hilariously cringe-worthy moments (blogging related or not, you can contribute). It’s just a bit of fun really, as I love reading Cosmo’s hilarious embarrassing moments page each month – and my post last month, regarding my own embarrassing moments went down really well with you all!
To contribute to the post each month and submit your moment, all you’d have to do is leave it on my formspring (anonymously, if it’s so utterly embarrassing you put your name to it – fair enough) or by emailing me (firstname.lastname@example.org). If you are a blogger, you are more than welcome to send me your link/Twitter handle and I can include it below your embarrassing moment if it is featured.
Does this rather large side fringe of mine a few years ago count as embarrassing too?
The first edition will go live on the 1st July, so get your moments in as soon as you can! In case you need some inspiration (or if you want to know you’re not alone in those ‘ground swallow me up’ moments) I’ve attached a few funny ones below, which featured on my last post!
– This one is more of a ‘foot in mouth’, think before you speak moment, rather than a ground swallow me up, but hopefully you will appreciate the awkwardness. I am usually quite a tactful person (or at least I consider myself to be anyway) and judge the situation around me before speaking, as I know how one wrong move can immediately have an undesired effect on the people around you, and I hate upsetting people. However, as I was pulling into my drive, and entering the comfort of my own home, I seemingly forgot about my diplomacy.
As I was pulling into my drive, I spotted this horrid garish yellow car parked on the street. I’m normally not fussed when it comes to cars, but I couldn’t see how anyone could possibly drive around a sick coloured car, and so, being the nosey person I am – I went to take a closer look. Inside was even worse. There were horrid tacky pink and white leopard print seat covers and the entire boot shelf was covered in rubbish. I was pretty horrified. I’m not a clean person (my car is pretty messy) but all these clashing prints, rubbish and colours. It was all too much for me.
I rushed back up the drive, eager to share my disgust with someone other than myself. I burst into the porch, opened the hall door and loudly exclaimed ‘URGH, have you seen the state of the car outside. I’ve never seen something so ugly. It’s full of rubbish and HAVE YOU SEEN those tacky seat covers’. Even waiting for the usual on cue response that never came didn’t arouse my suspicions (I was having a really bad day and I needed to moan about something). ‘I can’t believe anyone can drive around in that thing knowingly. Who does that to themselves’.
By then, I had reached the open plan kitchen/diner and walked through the arch. Only to be greeted by a family of four (distant relatives) looking up at me meekly. ‘That’s our car’, they whispered, looking rather bewildered at my heated rant. I couldn’t rush out of that room soon enough.
– You know when you’re so tired, you’re almost intoxicated? Like, you start slurring and mumbling and saying things even you don’t understand. Well, I was having one of those days. I had just got home from an eight hour flight back from Florida and I went to the local shop to get some milk and some bread. Sounds simple right? I was successful right until the very end, when I handed over the bread and milk at the till, ready to hand over my money. It was then that I noticed the shop assistant had really bad breath. I mean really really bad. I might have been tired, but his breath could knock someone out.
Meanwhile, the shop assistant had scanned my items and the money due came up on the till. ‘£2.40′ he asked, whilst shooting some of his horrid breath in my direction. I handed over a £5 note and he handed me back the change. It was in this moment, that my tiredness peaked.
Instead of saying ‘thank you’ as I normally would, I loudly proclaimed (and it came out really loudly) ‘URGH’. Our eyes met and I didn’t know what to do. I ran out of the shop and I’ve only been back since. I’m not normally rude (I promise). But my brain had mixed up my words and my thoughts. If you’re reading this, Mr shop assistant, I’m sorry. And invest in some mouthwash.
– Or perhaps the time on the flight to Spain, when halfway through that annoying Blackberry alarm sound started going off (you know the one, you must know the one). No-one rose to claim it so I started shooting everyone dirty looks (bear in mind, I thought my Blackberry was safe within the clutches of my friends handbag, which was next to me). As it continued into the one hour mark (and still no-one claiming it), even the air hostesses were asking people to turn it off, I loudly expressed my disdain for whoever the culprit was and kept shooting dirty looks. As the plane grew wilder and wilder with discontent for this annoying sound, it suddenly dawned upon me that I had tucked my phone neatly into the side pocket of my handbag in the overhead locker (which was opposite me). It took me another twenty minutes to pluck up the courage to get it out and turn it off. I stayed quiet for the rest of the flight.
– One of my lovely friends Claudia, left a rather embarassing moment on the post too: I was 15 years old and on holiday at this beautiful summer resort in Greece and was enjoying the sun, sea, food etc… and also I had a very innocent (I was only 15!) but still wonderfully romantic fling with a gorgeous French boy. It went on for a few days until one day he started ignoring me and I noticed he was doing everything/anything to avoid me.
When I confronted him, we were in front of a (very busy) pool and I was in my bikini and huge “diva” sunglasses. He said “sorry” and that he had “forgotten” to mention that he had a girlfriend back in France and had started feeling guilty, hence he wanted to end our little fling. I decided to play it cool and responded saying that it was summer, it was fine and we were “just having fun” (I liked him so much!!!) and I ended with a “D’accord, C’est fini!” (Ok, it’s over!) and I ripped off my shades, got up from the sunbed we were sitting on and strutted off towards the pool feeling rather triumphant. Until I slipped. And fell. Right on my bum. And then my bum slid off the edge as well and I plunged straight into the pool. In front of everyone. In front of him.
I just didn’t want the ground to swallow me, I wanted to drown in that swimming pool so that I would never have to see him or him see me again. Needless to say, when I surfaced on top of the water, he was stood above me, looking to see if I was okay. I managed a little smile and slight nod and got out of there faster than ever. Never mind the humiliation, it also hurt!!!
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