“It Was Biblical”: 35 Horrible Experiences People Have Gone Through That Still Make Them Cringe
Pain, sadness and loss are some of the big emotions that come up when someone asks about bad experiences. But chances are, you are a lot more likely to encounter that horrible, grating feeling of embarrassment on a “regular” day. But as they say, comedy and tragedy are a matter of perspective.
Someone asked “What’s the most uncomfortable situation you’ve ever had to sit through?” and netizens detailed the worst experiences they went through. So get comfortable as you read through, brace yourself for the second-hand cringe and be sure to share your own stories below.
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We had a farewell party for a colleague who was leaving our workplace and during her goodbye speech in front of everyone including our bosses, she started talking about how stressful the job was, didn't get much support, wasn't able to take proper breaks and that no job is worth the mental stress.
Needless to say, the room fell in awkward silence and our boss's face looked uncomfortable.
At my nans house I used to sleep in her bedroom on a sofa bed, there was a curtain separating my section of room from hers. When I was 14 and staying there for some time, I came upstairs to bed one evening after playing xbox, and got into bed. I then hear the unmistakable sounds of them boning and dirty talking eachother. They hadn't heard me come up so I had the awful decision to make, either sit through this absolute pain for however long it lasted, or try and sneak across the incredibly creaky floorboards back downstairs without letting them know I overheard them.
Somehow (God was with me that day) I managed to sneak back downstairs, played some more xbox for a couple hours while contemplating my mental scarring, then went back to bed.
Nan's dirty talk will forever haunt you at the most inopportune times.
Not me but a friend who worked in tech support. A client complains that, whenever the phone on her desk rings, weird character strings appear on her screen. He goes over there, she uses a basic landline and a word processor, no connection between the two.
Then, while he is there, her phone rings. She reaches over to it, leaning her huge bosom over the keyboard and of course, a string of characters begins to populate the word processor window.
He had to explain it to her.
I misunderstood this at first. I was picturing these weird character strings on the caller ID screen and her just never having had it or something? Lol but the computer screen makes a little more sense since she’s leaning over it to answer the phone. But that must’ve been an interesting chat
So are you two dating?’ He said yes at the same time I said no, to which his friend told him ‘I told you you didnt ask clearly enough’.
A new boss was hired for my department at work, and a high level woman from corporate was brought in to show him the ropes.
My new boss was a sleazy little weirdo. He sort of looked like Beans from “Even Stevens” crossed with Mads Mikkelsen. He kept awkwardly trying to flirt with this incredibly professional and visibly uninterested woman who was just trying to do her job by teaching him how to do his.
Things reached peak weirdness on her last day.
There we stood, my new boss on one side of the room, our guest on the other side, me in the middle doing some work.
New Boss: Well, are you ready to go to lunch? Corporate Woman: Yes, just let me run to the restroom first.
New Boss: Oh, why, you gotta POO-POO?
I have never in my entire life wished that I could turn into a puddle of liquid and slide out of that room, Secret World of Alex Mack style, than I did at that moment.
Fun Fact: He was fired a few months later, but that’s another story for another day.
The professional term for needing to go to the toilet for number 2 is "Excuse me whilst I just go release the kraken."
I had to tell an acquaintance/friend that his 15 year old son was sending me highly inappropriate (and illegal) texts. I’m a 41 year old man.
It's not uncommon for teenaged girls to do this with older men they have crushes on. Why is everyone so surprised when a teenaged gay boy does the same? The solution is the same in both scenarios: the adult person shuts it right down by texting "This is inappropriate. I am deleting these images (if they sent any), and blocking you." and then informs the parents. (That wording and those actions are VERY important, because if you say anything other than that, it could be taken out of context, and if you keep any images, you now possess child porn. Informing the parents also covers your a*s, so that it never looks like you were trying to hide anything.) Also, in cases like this, you can't worry about if the boy is out or not -- you can get into serious legal trouble if you conceal anything. If you think the parent will react badly to finding out their son is gay, have a gay youth shelter on standby.
When I was about 16-17, I used to get really bad rashes under my breasts. It was painful, itchy, and gross. So I went to a dermatologist to help determine what was going on.
I've always had big boobs. But I was kinda introverted, shy and *very* self-conscious about my body. So, I was in the examination room, naked from the waist up, waiting for the doctor.
In walks the doctor, followed by about six interns or medical students. Nobody had asked me if it was okay to have a crowd staring at my breasts! While I sat and squirmed uncomfortably, the students all "thoughtfully" looked at my breasts. It was pure hell.
This was in the 70s.
I started using cotton-only bras and--surprise!--the rashes cleared up.
I hate that! Normally, doctors have to ask the patients if they want to bring students in to see a procedure or special case. But, the privacy at the doctor's have become worse and worse. Respect the patient.
It was the 70s. Different times. It’s the reason those rules are in place today
Load More Replies...In the 70's I went to local birth control centre to get a coil fitted. I was asked if medical students could observe. I agreed. Similarly some 15 years later I allowed students in for my cervical smear test. Not to ask is a gross invasion of privacy and if it happens to me my next step after kicking them out would be a formal complaint to my local NHS Trust.
I had a similar experience at a free clinic for birth control in the 70's. The doctor asked if he could bring in students, I said yes. He introduced me by my first name, told them to applaud me and cracked jokes to me through my exam. It was a funny lighthearted experience thanks to his wisdom!
Load More Replies...I’m a male, but Same thing happened to me in my young 20s, but to my lower region. And of course the interns were female, I said “F*** it, for science” and just dropped my pants but it was very uncomfortable
During a particularly, shall we say, "energetic session", I suffered an injury to my member. At the (University) hospital, the doctor asked if they could get a few students in to have a look because they 'don't get many cases like this'. I don't get shy or embarrassed, so I agreed. For the record, 20+ is NOT a few. Needless to say, with that many people involved, I got amazing treatment (and a fantastic scar).
I had a follow up with my breast surgeon and she walked in with a male high schooler who was job shadowing. I'd most likely have let a female student stay...but no teenage boy is going to see my girls. I don't care if it's for "educational purposes."
In 2022 I messed up two fingers from my left hand at work. Very nasty cuts, lots of blood. My boss took me to the hospital were they cleaned the wounds while he took care of the paperwork. Anyway, I needed stitches so they scheduled the procedure for later that afternoon. I was assigned a room and a bed. The time came and they gave me an hospital gown to wear in the operating room. Fine I thought, but when I put the thing on I realized it was too short standing up, so when I laid on the stretcher to be taken to the OR the gown slid a little up and my "equipment" got out. I was embarrassed and amused at the same time. The nurses (all female) didn't seem to care. So they paraded the things through the hospital halls, they parked the stretcher in the OR with my balls aiming directly to the open door where people passed by. It was awkward but I thought it would be a funny anecdote to tell.
The time I had to have a stent removed from my kidney, which they remove by going in through my, er, johnson. The doctor came in and there were two other medical people there, and whereas I am on my back with my legs up on stirrups like it's a gynecological exam, The doctor asks me if I mind if some medical students join us, I say okay and four of them file in. The room is now crowded and I looked around and looked at the doctor and said," maybe there's some passing tourists who would like to come in for a look."
I had the same stent removal as a woman. There were about ten heads on the other end bobbing up and down for a better look! 🤣
Load More Replies...Some interns saw my intestines. Had an operation to remove a cyst from my gut area. On a follow up visit - saw two photos in the doctor's file on me. Polaroids because this was back in the 70s. One is closer up showing my intestines sitting out on top of my belly. Weird but interesting. The other is from a bit farther back and I can see several other gowned people behind me looking on. Asked the doctor about it and he sheepishly mumbled something about doctors in training. Basically my case was interesting but AFAIK he never asked me or my mom for permission to use me for show and tell. I probably would have been okay with it. I'm not shy in that regard. But the fact he didn't ask was kind of annoying.
In the UK, today (not 1970s) there is an investigation on the treatment of women during preganancy and birthing. It goes beyond embarressment, it's about the total disrepect, intolerance, and trauma. This is pure hell then and now.
Shouldn't have happened when you're a minor at all. Happened to me during a pelvic exam while on my period for what turned out to be appendicitis so I was writhing in excruciating pain with about a dozen people watching. Was traumatic enough as an adult.
Meanwhile post-partum me in the hospital bed was ASKED to allow students. I gave explicit permission (bring them all!) and, after the nurse asked how breastfeeding was progressing, welcomed these students to get a closer look at the painful damage caused by my baby not being able to latch correctly. If I hadn't been asked I would have been very upset to have them enter the room. Because I was asked, I wanted very much to help these students in their learning. I figure the more they understand the patient experience, the better they will be as medical professionals.
I was asked to come to the medical school one day because I so rare they wanted all the students to examine me (in groups of 4):
I learned that I don’t particularly like teaching hospitals. The supervisors need to better train students on bedside manner.
I had a surgery to keep my baby (cerclage, for those that care). It was the doctor and half a dozen students looking up my hoo-ha. So I introduced myself and made them do the same. 🤣
I hear you. My moment of unexpected teaching occurred in the gynaecology department with six students. I said OK as I was already in the stirrups. They each produced their own speculum - and it was in the days when those things were metal and always cold.
I had an almost identical situation when I was 14 and required a gynae exam. In walked the doc with about 6 students and they all proceeded to stare at my vagina whilst I was examined internally. Then, to top that, a cleaner walked in with a mop and bucket and proceeded to mop the floor in the open doorway.
It was WAY worse in the 70s! I can remember being on a bedpan & having my surgeon & a group of all-male interns/residents pull the bed curtain open on rounds!
Sadly, in the '70s women were still considered inferior beings. Things have changed, somwhat.
I am a well-endowed woman as well. I often get rashes when I have badly fitting bra's. Any bra where I put it on, hold my arms up and wiggle, and my beasts try to escape out the bottom, will guarantee cause rashes, and is an immediate NO.
Where are you finding cotton only bras??? I’ve developed an allergic reaction to the spandex and polyester fabric that seems to be in every bra ever made.
The doctor should have known better. I understand it was back in the day but still, only an utterly clueless twat would do this to an underage girl - or even a woman. We aren't just meat. She likely didn't say anything because we're taught to "not be difficult", even if what is going on is torture. - SO WRONG. 😤
Yes cotton bras ..but what an awful position. Doctors are supposed to ask you before they bring in interns or students especially if a situation is delicate. Best to cover yourself until the doctor arrives with any extra personal examinations.
Most docs will ask if it is OK prior to the examination. If it is a teaching hospital, it is likely they simply assumed you "knew" it was possible you would be the subject of intern rounds. Hopefully, they all were appropriately serious. They were also probably a little surprised.
A lot of women are allergic to spandex. I am allergic to a compound in surgical and exam gloves, had to have green neoprene gloves. As a med student, resident and MD I never examined a woman's breasts or did pelvic exam without a female nurse chaperone. Women were always appropriately draped. The attending should have asked for permission for others to examine you.
When I had my first hernia operation at 20, when I was in the army I was being checked by a surgeon and a flock of interns. In was into the scrотem, and the doctor, without asking me, asked if anyone wanted to feel it. I have always been shy until I reach the "Fvck-It" stage, which I reached at that moment. I turned to that little crowd, who were all milling around uncomfortably, and said, quite loudly, "go on, guys, feel free to do it! What, nobody wants to poke me in the balls?" I mean, why should I be the only one who is feeling awkward, it's something that should be shared equally. Only one took me up on it, giving an awkward prod or two.
Probably asked to strip down by the nurse, so the doctor wouldn't have to wait.
Load More Replies... I'm a dental hygienist.
I had a patient that was flirting with me pretty heavily and telling me how pretty my eyes were. I'm used to compliments and got good at brushing them off, so I managed that this time.
I kind of forgot about him he rebooked 4 months later for another cleaning.
This time, he was more forward, saying how I'm young and beautiful.. and then he straight up asked me for an affair WHILE HIS WIFE AND KIDS WERE IN THE FRONT LOBBY WAITING.
I politely declined and finished my work, informed the Dr's about it, and he was promptly banned from our office.
Alright everyone buckle up. Years ago my editor assigned me to do a story: an old civilian air command guy had died and his kids were going to spread his ashes from a plane over the lake where he helped find a downed aircraft decades ago. Nice local human interest piece. Two kids: son and daughter, both adults. The whole flight aspect was organized by a local, well-meaning family friend, let’s call him Jeff.
I drive to the tiny regional airport, walk to the tarmac and the son is there already. We shoot the s**t with the pilot and the son and Jeff when the daughter arrives. She’s extremely obese. The pilot and I realize we have a major problem. The pilot and Jeff and the son talk, then the son goes over to talk to his sister.
The wailing that came out of this woman, when told she couldn’t scatter her dad’s ashes because she was too fat, is burned into my brain. It was biblical. This woman was shrieking and sobbing and we could do nothing but watch as she collapsed on the runway and had a complete meltdown. I blame Jeff for not thinking ahead.
Every instance of my friends getting yelled at by their parents while I'm just standing there watching awkwardly.
Or vise versa.
It’s even more awkward when you walk in just after everything happened and you have to pretend that nothing happened
In the cinema. I interlocked my fingers with the kid sitting beside me for a full minute.
Turns out, he wasn't my kid.
I had a lady next to me stroke my thigh during a show once, before she realised that her partner was sitting on the other side of her. At least she apologised.
Helping my friend pack up her stuff when leaving her husband. While he sat on the couch and cried.
Maybe not the ‘most’, but I once had to sit through an hour of my incredibly sleazy and abusive ex-boss crying in front of all of us staff, and contain my urge to laugh.
Apparently he was feeling super ‘depressed’ and ‘stressed’ from how hard his life was. All the while embezzling money from us, forcing us to work without supplies or even electricity/internet, and blaming us for lack of productivity or income.
For an hour I strained to hold it all in while he sobbed like a hypocritical little b*tch in front of us. I later found out afterwards that everyone else was doing the same.
Most staff quit the workplace after this and the whole business went under from the boss’s shady money antics.
We were getting internet installed when I moved to the town I live in. I was 16 at the time. I had surgery the day before and was bleeding slightly off and on and kept a hand in my pants to prevent the material from sticking to my wound.
Anyway I thought the internet maintenance guy had left. I went to the living room and turned on the tv. It immediately was on some kids show. He walked back into the room and saw me with my hands in my pants.
In his view it could only possibly look like I was touching myself to kids shows. The silence was horrible as he slowly crept back out of the room.
That would be the time in college that I got invited to a surprise birthday party for two of my other friends who shared a birthday. The party was very nicely planned with cake and presents for them, but I honestly shouldn't have even gone... because, as some of the people at the party belatedly remembered, the party was being held on the day of _my_ birthday. I ended up third-wheeling a birthday party on my birthday. All the while some of my friends tried to forcibly include me in the festivities even though it had obviously not been part of the original plan.
I was able to at least leave early, but my friendship with that group was never really the same afterwards.
I was looking at my moms phone cause she wanted to show me some pictures from what she did that weekend. I swiped one too many times and came across one of her nudes. I felt my soul jolt out of my body seeing that s**t
A few years ago I went on a weekend girls trip with a friend. Her marriage was rocky and she needed to get away. Her husband dropped us off at the airport and picked us up after the trip, and we chatted casually in the car on the way back to their house. Everything seemed normal. Unbeknownst to me, he had specifically told her that if she went on this trip, he would leave her. Midway through the drive he told her he had a group of people at their house for her "intervention," and that her car was already packed with her belongings and to get out. (I don't think he knows what an intervention is, but whatevs.) So now I'm stuck in the backseat watching their marriage dissolve. We get to their house and people are standing on the front porch observing. The couple starts arguing in the driveway and I just wanted to leave so badly, but I needed my suitcase from the trunk. I had to interrupt them to ask him to open the trunk. And then my car was blocked in by the vehicles from the "intervention team," so I had to interrupt again to ask how I could get out. It was so, so awkward.
If you were a good enough friend to trip with you should be a good enough friend when the shot hits the fan and they need moral and other support.
When i was a kid, we were on holiday and decided to go to a church. While we were there i decided that i would be funny if i would slap my dad's a*s with both hands. So i ran in full speed to maximize the impact of the slap. I ended up slapping a stranger who also happend to walk next to a woman with a stroller in his hands which made me think it was my dad. It was even worse that my parents saw it as well.
I was at a wedding and the best man went off the rails during his speech at the reception. It was your stereotypical drunken rambling but it was the guy’s second marriage so he was talking about his first wife and how he’s good at most things except relationships, etc. People were audibly groaning and booing the guy and telling him to sit down. It was a truly Michael Scott moment. So awkward.
Was at work and we were in a conference room about to have a meeting. Not sure what the meeting was about but my coworker "JT" thought he
It was a good idea to go around and ask us if we have ever cheated on our spouse. (He seemed to enjoy being on the cusp of being sent to HR)
I wasn't married at the time so I said no. Every one says no. "BH" says yes. Now BH is a 60 something woman who's as wholesome as Mr. Roger's. Her voice is so soft. She was my first trainer when I started. She would talk and I'd get lulled to sleep..I had to drink 3 cups of coffee to avoid passing out. I hate coffee.
So when she says yes every one turns and looks.. JT is excited he's like, "Ooohh, how many times? With who?" She says, "All the time, in my mind of course."
He asks this lady who had worked at our agency in the past and left. She had just come back. JT asks her if she's ever cheated.
She says no. "But my boyfriend constantly cheats on me. He doesn't even try to hide it. He brings them to the house. But what am I going to do? I can't afford to live on my own so I just sit there."
JT is speechless. The rest of is don't know what to do or say. It feels like we're just sitting there for so long. Finally JT starts the meeting and we just start talking about our audits. It was so uncomfortable and sad.
We had a business meeting with a big client. We’ve done work with them before and now we had to present our progress and if good, we’d be in big business. I presented first and all was good and nice. Next was my colleague. He had nothing. Like “dog ate my homework nothing”. What followed was an hour long rant from our big client at my boss and the colleague who screw up on how much time and money was wasted on this investment, how insulting this was, that they gonna cut their loses, never do business with us again and potentially sue us. Only for them to turn to me and say “no hard feelings, we liked your presentation”. Afterwards we three sat in the car back to the office in complete silence.
Having my friends mom drive me back to my parents' after we totaled said friend's car ripping it around through a corn field. She couldn't even like form full sentences, she just kept repeating different iterations of "... what were you *thinking?!*"
2 situations.
1st I did to myself. Long story short I didn’t get my suit fitted in time for my brother’s wedding and it was WAY too big. I looked like a fool and have never been more embarrassed. Him and his wife give me deserved s**t (all jokes, no bad intentions) but good lord I will never forgive that
2nd was recently when I went to see my cancer doctor for routine appt and while I was waiting a nurse came in to do quick vitals. She walked in and I politely asked her how her morning was and her answer was “my adult nephew was found unconscious last night and now might not live through the day”. Almost broke my neck with that verbal whiplash.
Well to be fair, as someone who worked in healthcare for 12 years, the nurse shouldn’t have brought her personal life to work with her. I get she was going through stuff, but people asking that question are usually just being polite. Even if your day has been s**t, don’t bring up your personal troubles. Even if she didn’t want to lie she could’ve just said “eh, it’s going”. I’ve been to work after literally fist fighting my ex and being thrown across the room, etc and have used that line many times but still never brought that s**t upon my patients. 🤷🏼♀️ leave your personal life at the door when you arrive. Leave your work life at the door when you leave.
It was my senior year of high school. I was sitting in the library during a study hour with two girls in my class, I’ll call them Amy and Jane. Jane and I were actually fairly close, Amy didn’t really interact with us much outside of class but we got on with her well enough and neither of us had any other friends during study hour.
Jane had told me, just the day before, that she was pregnant. She was feeling a lot of mixed emotions about the whole thing. My high school had a very high teen pregnancy rate (there was a daycare in my school) and somehow the topic of another pregnant girl in my school came up.
Amy went on and on about how stupid it was to get pregnant in high school, how teen mothers aren’t good mothers, and that they’re just throwing their life away. Jane and I were both sat there, knowing she was pregnant. Finally, when Amy was done with her rant, Jane just looked at her, said “Amy, I’m pregnant.” She got up from the table and walked out of the library. Then I had to sit there with Amy for the rest of the hour and it was one of the most awkward hours of my life.
Back in the early 90's there was a church close to my high school that ran a daycare for the students with kids. Everyday during lunch hour, when the weather was nice, you would see their playground packed with students and their kids. There was one girl in our friend group that had 3 kids, all with different fathers by the time graduation came. She had her first when she was 14, saying that girl came from a troubled home would be putting it lightly. Things were WAY different back then, so our group and a couple of the Mom's (my Mom was a widow with 6 kids and one of my besties was divorced with 3) did the best we could to help her out. Unfortunately, even though my Dad was dead and we were poor, I had the most stable home out of almost the entire group. Since my house was the one everyone usually stayed at when they had trouble at their own homes, we were kind of limited in what we could do. Lacey is a hair stylist and nail technician now, the kids are all grown up and doing great. I'm so damn proud of that girl and how far she has come!
My cousin's wedding... His brother doing the best man speech.
He started it off with "You know what they say when a brother is the best man... No friends" and it spiraled downhill from there. It was so bad even their mother was trashing the best-man brother's performance to me best time I saw her.
Got to love a terrible best man’s speech. Watching the last series of Married at First Sight Australia, there was a classic. Best man told a story of groom eating 3 day old chicken at a festival and ended with the punchline to the bride, so no matter how bad you taste, he’ll still eat you…..
A joint therapy session with me & my therapist and my ex & his therapist. We all just sat there after I’d made a few points and waited for my ex to talk. After a while, it was so unbearable that I said “I don’t think this is working”.
Turns out my ex (and the therapists) thought I was talking about my marriage. Which…was also correct, but I was talking about the joint therapy. So I kind of accidentally ended my marriage that day, even though it wasn’t finalized for another year or so. I’m still embarrassed about it.
I similarly got engaged out of an unintentional statement, in a restaurant with parter and their parents... Awkward and still living the consequences.
Family dinner with my brother and his high school girlfriend about twenty minutes after I had accidentally walked in on them. My brother kept sending me glances that said "please don't tell mum and dad." I kept that secret until I was an adult, I mentioned it to mum randomly one day and she just goes "oh, you poor thing! That must have been so traumatic! I had no idea!"
An autistic boy with a fixation on the Vietnam War sat next to a Vietnam veteran. I realize the boy couldn't help it, but his mother sure as f**k could've.
We got free tickets to a small time comedian. We live in rural Nebraska. So we show up to the comedian at a local "club" and they have rappers opening for them.
So there was a bunch of middle aged/older white people in what you would imagine farmer clothes to look like in a club that seemed like it was trying to emulate what us hicks would think a big city club is like with two black dudes on stage dropping n-bombs mother-fers. Sort of a toned down gangster rap. And the crowd just sat and watched politely.
It wasn't terribly uncomfortable but was one of the most surreal experiences of my life.
Little did you know that Farmer Brown down the road secretly jams out to Gangsta Rap music all the time while he plows his fields.
Was at a cafe alone, sitting a table. I saw my friend's brother, let's call him Matt. I hadn't seen Matt in maybe 5 years at thia point but figured I would say hi. Matt sat down ans proceeded to have a weirder and weirder convo. What started as a rant about his favorite Assassin's Creed game (bad social etiquette but not too weird) eventually morphed into government conspiracies. Couldn't get out of their fast enough but also didn't want to be too rude so sat through it for about 20 minutes. Told my friend and she was like "Oh yeah Matt has veen going through some stuff. Definitely don't recommend talking to him."
*takes notes* Don't talk about Assassin's Creed to casual acquaintances. Hmmm a lot of stuff makes sense now. That being said, I loved Odyssey but perhaps I loved Origins more. Hard to decide. I haven't played Mirage or Valhalla yet, but I expect I will eventually. Looking back on the earlier games, I would have to say that the weakest part of the games are that they can tend to be repetative, but I personally don't mind that too much....
I was visiting my cousin's house. For some reason, her mom was asking her about her childhood and if she had any trauma or something like that. What followed was my cousin lowkey trauma dumping while clearly still mad at my aunt for some parenting failures. Both were trying to stay polite-ish but dear god it was so tense and awkward. Aunt kept deflecting just about anything the cousin said too. Couldn't really leave the room because cousin was blocking the only exit.
Afterwards, Aunt asked me if I had any grievances. I kept my mouth shut.
At church, 4th of July, and our pianist who thought she could sing (she couldn't) singing Lee Greenwood's I'm proud to be an American in the most god-awful high-pitched voice for the entire song. (She was using head voice the entire time for those in the know.) My husband and I were literally sitting there in shock, heads bowed, totally embarrassed with second hand embarrassment for her. This was about 20 years ago and we still talk about it around the 4th of July to this day. Had to be the longest few minutes of our lives.
I am this person. I have a terrible voice and I know it, but I LOVE to sing and I enjoy lifting up my voice in praise, so I sing loud and proud if I'm feelin' it. I do at least have the sense not to do a solo with a mic, though, so marginally better, but I've created lots of cringe moments. My kids made sure I knew lol
My baseball team was at a hotel and we loaded like 30 guys in an elevator and it got stuck. We were packed in there unable to move for like 2 hours.
Nothing like being crammed with 30 sweaty guys in like 25 square feet
A couple of years ago my business partner wanted to get massages (something I really, really don't like) and she found a special for two. However, it was clearly meant for like, romantic twos. It was at a "spa" that was really just a converted house and the "massage room" was like the size of my bathroom. Small.
There was no sort of privacy between the beds and I am hugely conservative in that regard, whereas she was quite happy to rip all her clothes off in the room (no underwear even).
It was insanely uncomfortable and as soon as the massage was over, I got dressed and went to the bathroom. They still had to do a facial but I just did it in my actual clothes, no thank you.
Accidentally agreed to a date, went with it anyways. I just wanna preface this by saying I was kinda out of it when I agreed to it. I was looking for a partner for a dance cover. The guy that was supposed to be my partner asked if I was gonna watch the Thor movie at the cinema, I said smth along the lines of having no money for it. He said he'd pay, and for some reason, my brain went "well..you dont have an excuse to say no now" so I just said "ok" ?? Afterwards I thought "oh s**t I just agreed to go on a date."
Went to meet with him to talk about the dance cover then went to the movies after the talk. The entire time, throughout the whole movie..he just had his arms around me, no no.. not having his arm over my shoulder, as in he was hugging me..closely. It felt so awkward, I didnt really know the guy, we've barely talked. I tried setting myself free from his grasp but he pulled me back in anyway.
"Why didnt you just leave?" Idk. I have a tendency to just be frozen went put in r e a l l y uncomfy situations with worse experiences than that date, so thats my guess as to what going through my mind at the time.
After the movies he asked if he can come escort me out the mall and I said no twice cuz he insisted and then I left. After all that I msged him when I got home and said that what he did was inappropriate, he said sorry and he made some excuse about being a lonely guy and I cut him off after that.
Now that I think about it, he probably thought because the dance cover was spicy for the genre that I was giving him a sign or smth? I never flirted at all with the guy when talking to him.
Btw I was also around 18 or 19 at this time and the dude was like 27 or 28.
Sitting with my siblings after our parents divorced, hearing dad’s side of the story after our abusive egg donor had been bitching to us all for years about his affairs. He’d never had one, it was all her. She even instigated swinging with mutual friends (who we knew) but after she spent the night with the friend’s husband, declared she would be too jealous, couldn’t stand the idea of dad with the wife, so he didn’t go through with it. She carried on an affair with the husband for several months behind dad and her friend’s backs. The friends divorced over it. But that wasn’t the worst. All of us had some doubts about our youngest sibling’s paternity; her coloring was so different to the rest of us and at least two of us knew mom was carrying on with a teacher at our school; he had similar coloring. Dad went on to explain he wasn’t sure about ANY of us! He followed up with “doesn’t matter, I loved you from the moment she told me she was pregnant. You’re all mine, no matter what.”
At a Catholic-run retreat for engaged couples. There were about 10 couples. We all sat in our chairs in a round circle facing each other. The counselor has us share what we wrote in our journals based on the prompt we were given. My husband mentioned to the group a past relationship. This relationship was no big deal. I knew about it, it wasn't a big relationship in my then-fiance's life, zero problems. But the counselor needed to lead a discussion so she decided to zero in and try to create drama about this past relationship where there was none. Insinuated I was jealous, or not over it, and why didn't I want to talk about it if it really was no big deal? So uncomfortable to try to shut this conversation down in front of a bunch of people without looking like I'm the weirdo. Spoiler: that was in 2006 and my husband and I are still happily married.
I went through an engaged encounter before my (now) husband and I got married. I thought it was an excellent things for most people, evidently lots had never talked about money or kids or stuff that important. And NO ONE made us tell personal stories. If we wanted to share at appropriate times we could but we certainly didn't have to. I recommend it to people, Catholic or not (the retreat we went to wasn't strictly Catholic, open to everyone I think). And my husband and I have been married 28 years!
Load More Replies...Saw an acquaintance while dropping my kids off at school. Knew she was going through a divorce and asked how she was doing. She trauma dumped in a HUGE way in the drop-off line. SA, DV, Child A, PTSD, Custody battle, Military deployments...the whole shebang. It was graphic. We were not friends- had had maybe 10-12 brief, small talk conversations. Don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.
Sometimes people just need someone to hear them.
Load More Replies...I have this weird addiction to awkward silence, I often find myself in a situation and my brain says ‘hey, keep quiet, see what happens’, I’ll then happily sit in a silence that others will be willing to end. You’ll be surprised what people will say to make an awkward silence come to an end.
We used to have some space in a shared office next to a much larger organisation. There wasn’t any barriers and they sort of took us under their wing as often there would only be a few or even just one of us in. We’d join them for lunch sometimes, etc. One day it’s someone’s leaving presentation, I’m the only one in so I mooch along for a biscuit and glass of warm prosecco. The leaver starts to list all the reasons she left, ending on the phrase “some of you will go on to do great things - but it won’t be here”. I happen to be standing near the CEO, all eyes on him so I can’t really slip away. Haven’t figured out whether being an outsider made it more or less awkward to watch but I wish I’d WFH that day!
When I was 17 and at college (UK college is not university) I had a boyfriend who was just over a year older than me at 19. One weekend I stayed over at his house while his parents were away for a few days and on the Saturday afternoon we were a little busy on the sofa when his older sister and her boyfriend walked in. It was extremely awkward to say the least especially as his sister had come over to her parents house to have some privacy with her boyfriend away from her flatmates and his parents and was planning on doing what she had caught us doing.
So both siblings were using their parents house as a bang pad. 😭 Keep it in the actual bedrooms. His folks could have come home early instead!
Load More Replies...My brother passed away at 40y/o. My phone broke and I couldn’t afford a new one at the time so I decided to use his. I didn’t want to wipe his phone and lose all his pictures and videos so I had the unfortunate task of going one by one and deleting all his nudes, his current girlfriend’s nudes, and after a lot of scrolling I found that he still had some nudes of his ex. That was not a fun time. The girl pics didn’t bother me so much it was having to look at my brother’s pictures that traumatized me
In toys-r-us in the early 2000’s with my then boyfriend, now husband. My husband is only 5’2” and was in his early 30’s at the time wearing baggy shorts, a t-shirt and baseball cap. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder lovingly and say ‘hey babe!’. An identically dressed 12 year old boy turns around and yells ‘MUM!’ and runs off. I legged it to find my bf and as we were hurriedly leaving the boy and his mum were with a security guard searching for me. We still laugh about it.
In middle school, a girl asked me to be her girlfriend, and I said yes, despite having zero interest in her romantically, because I wasn't sure how to say no, and I was flattered. She wanted to kiss me, and I didn't say no to that either (again didn't know how, didn't want to offend her. She wasn't pressuring me, I was just socially anxious). We ended up spending a lunch period with her in my lap sucking hickeys into my neck, and I hated every minute of it, which was even more awkward, because she seemed to be having a good time. We continued "dating" (it was middle school, it doesn't really count. We never even met up outside of school) for a month, before she broke up with me because she wasn't ready for a relationship. Never been more relieved. She was very nice, there just wasn't any spark on my end. I think she might consider herself straight now.
When I was 5-6(kindergarden) we had a teacher who was very funny, always joking with us. One day we went to pool so I thought it would be absolutely funny and OK to drag her underwear down.......to this day my parents havent yell so hard, there was no playing outa side, watching cartoons or playing on a computer for a month. And my relationship with the kindergarden teacher was ruined till the end. Imagine how poor woman felt(she was around 40-45)
Sitting with my siblings after our parents divorced, hearing dad’s side of the story after our abusive egg donor had been bitching to us all for years about his affairs. He’d never had one, it was all her. She even instigated swinging with mutual friends (who we knew) but after she spent the night with the friend’s husband, declared she would be too jealous, couldn’t stand the idea of dad with the wife, so he didn’t go through with it. She carried on an affair with the husband for several months behind dad and her friend’s backs. The friends divorced over it. But that wasn’t the worst. All of us had some doubts about our youngest sibling’s paternity; her coloring was so different to the rest of us and at least two of us knew mom was carrying on with a teacher at our school; he had similar coloring. Dad went on to explain he wasn’t sure about ANY of us! He followed up with “doesn’t matter, I loved you from the moment she told me she was pregnant. You’re all mine, no matter what.”
At a Catholic-run retreat for engaged couples. There were about 10 couples. We all sat in our chairs in a round circle facing each other. The counselor has us share what we wrote in our journals based on the prompt we were given. My husband mentioned to the group a past relationship. This relationship was no big deal. I knew about it, it wasn't a big relationship in my then-fiance's life, zero problems. But the counselor needed to lead a discussion so she decided to zero in and try to create drama about this past relationship where there was none. Insinuated I was jealous, or not over it, and why didn't I want to talk about it if it really was no big deal? So uncomfortable to try to shut this conversation down in front of a bunch of people without looking like I'm the weirdo. Spoiler: that was in 2006 and my husband and I are still happily married.
I went through an engaged encounter before my (now) husband and I got married. I thought it was an excellent things for most people, evidently lots had never talked about money or kids or stuff that important. And NO ONE made us tell personal stories. If we wanted to share at appropriate times we could but we certainly didn't have to. I recommend it to people, Catholic or not (the retreat we went to wasn't strictly Catholic, open to everyone I think). And my husband and I have been married 28 years!
Load More Replies...Saw an acquaintance while dropping my kids off at school. Knew she was going through a divorce and asked how she was doing. She trauma dumped in a HUGE way in the drop-off line. SA, DV, Child A, PTSD, Custody battle, Military deployments...the whole shebang. It was graphic. We were not friends- had had maybe 10-12 brief, small talk conversations. Don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.
Sometimes people just need someone to hear them.
Load More Replies...I have this weird addiction to awkward silence, I often find myself in a situation and my brain says ‘hey, keep quiet, see what happens’, I’ll then happily sit in a silence that others will be willing to end. You’ll be surprised what people will say to make an awkward silence come to an end.
We used to have some space in a shared office next to a much larger organisation. There wasn’t any barriers and they sort of took us under their wing as often there would only be a few or even just one of us in. We’d join them for lunch sometimes, etc. One day it’s someone’s leaving presentation, I’m the only one in so I mooch along for a biscuit and glass of warm prosecco. The leaver starts to list all the reasons she left, ending on the phrase “some of you will go on to do great things - but it won’t be here”. I happen to be standing near the CEO, all eyes on him so I can’t really slip away. Haven’t figured out whether being an outsider made it more or less awkward to watch but I wish I’d WFH that day!
When I was 17 and at college (UK college is not university) I had a boyfriend who was just over a year older than me at 19. One weekend I stayed over at his house while his parents were away for a few days and on the Saturday afternoon we were a little busy on the sofa when his older sister and her boyfriend walked in. It was extremely awkward to say the least especially as his sister had come over to her parents house to have some privacy with her boyfriend away from her flatmates and his parents and was planning on doing what she had caught us doing.
So both siblings were using their parents house as a bang pad. 😭 Keep it in the actual bedrooms. His folks could have come home early instead!
Load More Replies...My brother passed away at 40y/o. My phone broke and I couldn’t afford a new one at the time so I decided to use his. I didn’t want to wipe his phone and lose all his pictures and videos so I had the unfortunate task of going one by one and deleting all his nudes, his current girlfriend’s nudes, and after a lot of scrolling I found that he still had some nudes of his ex. That was not a fun time. The girl pics didn’t bother me so much it was having to look at my brother’s pictures that traumatized me
In toys-r-us in the early 2000’s with my then boyfriend, now husband. My husband is only 5’2” and was in his early 30’s at the time wearing baggy shorts, a t-shirt and baseball cap. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder lovingly and say ‘hey babe!’. An identically dressed 12 year old boy turns around and yells ‘MUM!’ and runs off. I legged it to find my bf and as we were hurriedly leaving the boy and his mum were with a security guard searching for me. We still laugh about it.
In middle school, a girl asked me to be her girlfriend, and I said yes, despite having zero interest in her romantically, because I wasn't sure how to say no, and I was flattered. She wanted to kiss me, and I didn't say no to that either (again didn't know how, didn't want to offend her. She wasn't pressuring me, I was just socially anxious). We ended up spending a lunch period with her in my lap sucking hickeys into my neck, and I hated every minute of it, which was even more awkward, because she seemed to be having a good time. We continued "dating" (it was middle school, it doesn't really count. We never even met up outside of school) for a month, before she broke up with me because she wasn't ready for a relationship. Never been more relieved. She was very nice, there just wasn't any spark on my end. I think she might consider herself straight now.
When I was 5-6(kindergarden) we had a teacher who was very funny, always joking with us. One day we went to pool so I thought it would be absolutely funny and OK to drag her underwear down.......to this day my parents havent yell so hard, there was no playing outa side, watching cartoons or playing on a computer for a month. And my relationship with the kindergarden teacher was ruined till the end. Imagine how poor woman felt(she was around 40-45)