Seventh Floor: Nice Embarrassed Hidey People by LightMeDark

Especially considering my big embarrassing moment is kinda depressing. Here goes...

Last spring, my dorm area threw a semi-formal dance what-have-you. The only reason I went in the first place was because all my female friends pretty much forced me to go (I have a backbone, but not as far as the ladies are concerned). To make a long story short, that was the night I found out I have a severe dancing phobia. I'm talking almost to the point of hyperventilation once they got me out there.

That wasn't a fun evening. Embarrassing, and it hurt my pride a bit too.

Who's up next?

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:03 AM

I already went.

I just wanted to check out the new floor.

Spacious.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:27 AM

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Spacious.

Let's see how long that'll last.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:31 AM

Not very, methinks.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:37 AM

Don't worry Orpheus, real men don't dance anyway. *ducks* No, I get that. Never much for the dancing either.
Nice shiny new floor.
Resolutions: No new resolutions. Though new job is on the to do list.
Embarassing moments: Well, I've studied my stack of repressed memories (anyone else catch how embarassed sounds like him-bare-assed), and found 3 catagories: To young to know better, Alcohol related, and well, "bare" related. I've also found that many things I used to be embarassed about, really were due to someone else being a jerk, so those have been tossed out.
Here's one: I'm kind of a pack rat and carry stuff with me "just in case." I used to wear a large black trenchcoat with the pockets full of random stuff. My friends and I were out at a D&D game and driving back to a friends house one night. He pulls out a 1000 candlewatt spotlight from the boat and plugs it in to the lighter. So we're driving aroung shining this huge bright light at things just to see how far the light will go. This is the middle of the night, country, in NC, big open fields and such. Soon there's flashing blue lights. All 3 (yes all 3) police cars from the area pull us over. They thought we were "Spotlighting Deer" (Deer freeze up in bright lights "Deer in the headlights", some hunters illegaly use this to their advantage). They search the car and us for weapons. It took that poor guy about an hour to go through my coat. He found this four way tool that I had for turning on fawcets, shaped like "+", and spent 15 minutes alone trying to figure out if it could be used to smoke something. Of course we explained we were just being stupid coming back from our game, another officer spent about 15 minutes, looking at every page of one of those Player's Handbooks. I think the only thing that saved us that night was the third officer walked over saw the book and said, "oh yeah, I used to play that."

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:49 AM

That's funny.

I'm a packrat, too. My purse would give you hours of amusement.

Okay, I'm going to go dig up the party thread now like I promised I would an hour ago.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 9:58 AM

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Don't worry Orpheus, real men don't dance anyway.

Yeah, but they sure as hell don't get anxiety attacks over it. That's why it wins my 'most embarrassing thing' award. Everything else falls into the categories of "Me being a dumbass" and "Me being 8."

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 10:20 AM

JadeHand-para ti, mon ami!

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O-that is a strange tale. I've never heard of anyone having an anxiety attack because they had to dance. But my brother might be the sort of person who'd do that, too.

I like to dance, but I'm a girl and have a thing for old Gene Kelly movies.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:07 AM

oh anxiety attacks i've seen, lots of them, so don't feel bad!

(ok, so maybe not the full on non-breathing stress outs, but pretty scared and panic stricken nonetheless)

What worried me more was what happened to some poor buggers after they were coerced onto the dancfloor.

In the words of our dear Captain 'morbid and creepifying'

Poor, poor guys...

I'm trying to dredge up some more stories, but its like trying to pop a man-hole cover with your thumb.

The only thing I have is the long continuing problem of drivelling

when ever i'm talking to someone I find attractive, or rather someone I have a crush on.

ANY other bugger, even the good looking ones, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.. I'm imaginative, I have something interesting to say about most subjects, and can charm my way around the others, I'm witty I sparkle with mirth, I'm ... actually rather full of myself.

*cough*

But whatever, point is, soon as i'm faced with someone I kinda like (giggle giggle flutter) the scrip reads some things like "blah blah blaah, rubbish, b*****ks, oh my god this is such a lie, more rubbish, blah blah. wimper.

what is interesting at this point is the internal monlogue which usually goes something like -"...well, hear we are again, yes, check your watch, my god what am I on about? I hope you know 'caus I don't, yotz what am I saying? I don't even think that, why did I just say that?
my god I need shooting, you have the most adorable eyes... which are now rolling, yes thats the second time you've looked at your watch, 'y'see, I, me up here, I get the hint, we just don't seem to be getting the messege accross.
ok, shut up now, yes thats good, shutting up, just say good bye. go...my god girl, why did you just say that? SHUT UP! quiet, say nothing else, keep shtum, zippit, ...For the love of all the little shrivelled saints in their over ornamented boxes SHUT THE HELL UP!
Well now you've blown it, too much information,
why? ...why why WHY?"

Ah well...

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:20 AM

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What worried me more was what happened to some poor buggers after they were coerced onto the dancefloor.

I never got that far. If I had, I very likely might have passed out. Nerves just very much got the best of me. My 'date' (in the very loosest sense; date by process of elimination) agreed to leave after maybe 20 minutes. She didn't get all uppity about it, I gotta give her that much credit.

Ok, sorry. My tale of woe is done.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:25 AM

Oh, poor Seryn!!

I had a roommate in college that would have panic attacks. But for seemingly no reason. It was very stressful. She'd have at least one a week. And for some reason only I or her brother could talk her down from them. I remember one time I couldn't calm her down and so I went to go find her brother but the stupid school wouldn't tell me what class he was in for some sort of privacy reason so I had to yell alot until they went to find him.

Okay, not a really embarrasing story for me.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:26 AM

But I have to say, I admire your dedication,

and your, um, restraint for sticking to the yelling.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:26 AM

SAFEAT2ND

Seryn, that is absolutely the FUNNIEST thing I've read!!

I can see that happening. That's what's so funny, it's real, relatable.

Not that it's funny that it's happening. 'Cause that's not funny... I've been there.

Me, I'm not easily embarassed. I just can't accept praise very well. It tongue ties me. Always has.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:43 AM

I've managed to cultivate a standard response of 'awwwww, thank youuu!' or a drwled, get away with ye' it helps.

then I go away and cringe.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:46 AM

Oh well, truth be told, I like having reasons to be righteously indignant and yell. Releases inner tension and it's good for the complexion.

I loved my roommate (we're still great friends. I was in her wedding) but the panic attacks took a toll on me, too. It was just one more stressful thing in a very stressful semester for me. Fortunately, I had some great friends who helped me through it. I had one friend who used to make me punch him. He'd hold up his hands and make me hit them. At first I thought it was ridiculous, but it really helped. Good for him I hit like a girl, right?

But then she met a guy (now her husband) and HE got to deal with her attacks. I don't think she's had one in years though.

Oh, but that reminds me of something rather embarrasing.

I have asthma. It's not very bad. I haven't had an attack in several years and I don't even have an inhaler anymore. But several years ago I was playing paintball with a group from church. We were playing "Last Man Standing" and I was the last one left on my team. Someone from the other team that had already been tagged out, came up behind me and shot at me close range (which you are NOT supposed to do). It hurt like HECK. I had a HUGE bruise on my leg for days afterwards. And then, because he shot me from behind and I turned around, the last person left on the other team took advantage of the distraction to come up behind me and shoot me AGAIN at close range (another bruise, this one on my hip). I was out, even though they'd cheated and broke the rules. I was in quite a bit of pain. And I was SO VERY ANGRY that they'd hit me like that. Between the anger and the pain and the mask which made me feel like I couldn't breathe propery anyway, I had an asthma attack. One that was worse than any I'd ever had before. I couldn't calm down. It was really really scary. Everyone kept crowding around me and I couldn't talk and I remember I kept shoving at them to give me space. They very nearly took me to the hospital. As it was, I spent over a half an hour trying to breathe again. Someone finally ran to a drugstore and bought me one of those over the counter inhalers, which calmed me down enough.

That was horribly embarrasing. Especially since the guys kept talking about it for months afterwards and I was wanted to punch them every time they did. Stupid mean boys.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:54 AM

For the second shooter, maybe, whats more shamefull than not being able to hit your target with out getting someone to shoot and distract them first, then have to get real close in order to actually hit them?

thats nowt for you to be embarassed about though,

it is a fabulous story of those around you being absolutely incompetant (not to mention downright cheaterly) 'tards.

But not embarassing.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 12:05 PM

have you ever had an asthma attack in a large group of people? Most embarrasing! Mortifying.

But yes, a good moral tale about why it's EVIL to cheat (the buggers. I'm still annoyed at them!)

Oh, also, I should mention that one of the guys had been in the army. And, oh yeah, did you get the part where I was the last person on my team that HADN'T been shot? Yay for me and my mad paintball skills.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 12:10 PM

I did get that bit. Yey you!

Edit, just had to add, watchig equilibrium at the moment, that bit where he breaks that guys limbs one by one...

flinch flinch ow, almost silent screaming in empathised agony... ouch!

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 12:36 PM

Seryn: Hi-larious. I think I may have to save that and read it anytime I need to smile.

CMS: Roommate issues.

Nothing like coming home to find your roommate in a shiny new dress.

Seryn: someone mention restraints??? yeah, I'm savin' that one. It fell in that third category.

Safe: Welcome aboard! Our little skyscraper is growing.

CMS: Don't you just love smart people? "look an asthma attack, quick everyone gather around her."
Last woman Standing, good on ya!

LMD: Thanks for the offer of crash space(in the previous thread), I may end up taking you up on that.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 12:46 PM

Select to view spoiler:

oh my god, he just let Emily Watson die - was not expecting that

edit - crappit, hope no one who hasn't seen it saw that

thats a very spiffy white suit he's wearing.

yey, the smug little git got it in the ... face...

and now they're dancing, lovely.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 2:00 PM

THISODDFEMME

Being who I am, I do potentially embarrassing things everyday. However, one moment in my youth stands out against the black of humiliation that childhood was.

At a friend's birthday party...all the cool dorks and nerds were there. Even me...surprise! A few folks were in the driveway playing horse. The above garage spotlight was pointed at the court. I wandered over to the basketball goal, talking with some of the girls, and laughing at the boys. One boy I thought was particularly cute began talking to me. Then the bad thing happened...one of the troublesome geniuses decided it would be fun to see what would happen if he pushed the cute boy into me. We'll never know if his intention was to make us kiss or fall down in a tangle of limbs because something much worse happened: he grabbed my waist to steady himself. Only it didn't work and my shorts hit the ground when he did. That's right folks, at the first major party of the year I was spotlighted in my underwear for all to see.

Cute boy and I did eventually date, on and off for all of high school, after I chased him around the party for embarrassing me.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 2:04 PM

CITIZEN

My most embarrassing incident, ever.

Imagine the scene; it's the Bakerloo Tube line during rush hour as I make my way through the last half of my three hour journey home from work.

I fall asleep on the train. I vaguely become aware that the train has stopped at my station. People have already gotten off and now hordes are coming on…

So I push ever onward through the surging hordes, trying desperately to get off the train at my stop. I reach the doors, the beeping starts, I push forward…

I. Don’t. Quite. Make. It.

I’m stuck half in the train half out, pinned by ravenous doors that just won’t let go, they’re crushing my head, really, broke my glasses, and they just won’t let go.

You get trapped in a lifts doors they just open. Not so London Underground, they bite down, latch on and don’t let go. These things had tasted human blood and they wanted more, more, MORE!

Seriously it took me and six other guys to pull them apart.

But that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing.

That came later.

When someone pointed at me two weeks later and whispered to their mate (I say whispered, I heard it half way down the carriage):
“That’s him who got stuck in the doors.”

Oh the shame. I’m famous in London, largest city in the world (I believe), for being a complete and total tit.

There’s probably a website somewhere.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 4:30 PM

LIGHTMEDARK

Seryn: I completely feel your pain on the crush issue...I've gotten much much better than I was ;)

I can understand the dance anxiety, too. I'm not one to dance in public (or at least not designated places of dancing...the happy yhamez dance i mentioned at the end of the previous thread, i did at work...then i don't seem to mind, haha).

CMS: mad props on the mad paintball skills, girl ;p

Jadehand: alright, hope to see you there ;)

Embarrassing incident...hmm. I'll have to mull on that one. Recent events that I probably would have been or should have been embarrassed about: in the emergency room after I was hit by the semi, they were giving me a shot in the back of the head and in the crotch at the same time...so my stuff was out, and the medic giving me the shot in the crotch was an extremely attractive woman, not to mention the other 6 or 7 medics/doctors around me. Sure, I know there used to that sort of thing, but I surprisingly didn't feel any embarrassment. Nor did I feel embarrassment when my mom came in with the rest of my family and handed me a big stuffed teddy bear and I clung to it ;)

Oh, another recent should-have-been embarrassed but-was-not: the last time I drank before the accident I went way more gung-ho than I had in quite a while. I have a weak stomach, so I ended up in the bathroom, vomitting. Well, while I was in there I decided it would make me feel better to take a shower, so I undressed. Just then the female my cousin was seeing at the time just walked in the door. It was pretty funny.

I've gotta run, having fun on my vacation...I'll try to think up my embarrassing moment.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 6:30 PM

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My most embarrassing incident, ever.

There’s probably a website somewhere.

YOU'RE THAT guy????
I read about that.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 7:38 PM

REAVERINA1985RIVIERA

My most embarrassing moment happened last Sat.

I was driving back from the library (in my "other car" a '85 Crown Victoria) and stopped at a red light. A gorram Bentley Continental GT stops right next to me.

I rev'd my engine (no longer stock 302 c.i. V8).

He rev'd his.

Green light.

We both slam the throttle and I take off, he's just sitting there spinning one tire on a patch of black ice (I have a limited slip differential).

Beat him by 1/8th of a mile

Half a mile down the road, I slow down to make a left turn and my foot slips off the brake and totaly NAILS the gas pedal. I spin out of control and smash into 4 foot snow bank made by a snow plow.

Right then the Bentley passes by and I can hear him laughing at me, even through all the layers of sound proofing that car has.

"Pride go'eth before a fall"? Nope, it go'eth after a spin-out.

BTY, No one was hurt, I didn't damage anyone elses property, and my car didn't even have a scratch on it. It was built when "Built Ford Tough" WASN'T a punchline.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 8:39 PM

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Syrn - Yeah I am the exact same way around girls I like. Around girls I don't like I tend to be really charming, funny and everything I wish I was around girls I do like, but I turn into a stammering idiot around someone who I have an obvious crush on. Point in case my downstairs neighbor...I've been in love with her for...ever. But when I see her I attempt to say somethin that come out as nonsensical and full of stuttering (literally). It's a horrid sight, in short I feel your pain.

As for my embaressing moment...I had just visited the rest room and came out...began talking to my friends when I noticed a few girls laughing at me...It seems I had merely buttoned my pants and left not only my fly down but my belt unbuckled...and figures my friends didn't say a gorramn thing to me...terrible...Another thing that wasn't as embaressing was the time I pulled up to a McDonalds drive-thru and went (completely seriously) can I get a whopper no pickles no onions...I really meant big mac but said whopper I donno why...so after a pause the woman goes excuse me...? I was like WHOPPER NO PICKLES NO ONIONS! with such annoyance and emphasis. And simply replied...we don't sell those here...Only then did I realize what I had said and felt like the biggest idiot alive 'cause I was so sure of myself and yelled at her thinkin she was wrong for not hearing me hahaha. I'm an ass. So yeah that's all I can think of right now.

-Dan

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:02 PM

if only there was a cure...

short of never opening your mouth in front of people who you may possibly fancy.

*le sigh*

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:13 PM

CITIZEN

JadeHand:
Like I said. Famous.

For being a prize tit.

Seryn:

Quote:
if only there was a cure...

short of never opening your mouth in front of people who you may possibly fancy.

That's what I do but it's not for everyone...

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 11:23 PM

well, you gotta be famous for somethin,

just thank god your not famous for being Jodie Marsh.

I got my bag stuck in one of those things once, that bit wasn't embarassing, it was what I found myself calling it in a very loud voice that really made me look stupid. (er, somethin along the lines of 'evil pig sucking son of a whore' 'you were planning that you, you piece of **** wern't you')

yup, now I wait to go through those little gate things, no matter how many talkative coffin dogers (oo, sorry, elderly people

) there are in front of me.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 3:33 AM

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coffin dogers

I gotta remember that one.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 3:53 AM

SIMONWHO

Embarassing moments... oh, I have a ton of them.

But picking just one... that's tricky. I've asked for Big Macs at Burger King. I've sworn loudly in front of my housemaster's wife for no explicable reason.

However, as someone mentioned her, I managed to avoid an incredibly embarassing moment recently. I was doing an IT job for a building firm in Brentwood. The couple who ran it asked me to take a look at their son's laptop who was called Jordan Marsh. (Note for non-Brits - Jordan is the name of an incredibly worthless professional media whore; Jodie Marsh is the name of an even less classy version of Jordan). I was about to remark to the wife that it was unfortunate but she couldn't have known that her son would be named after two such pieces of trash. However (and very unusually for me) I kept my mouth shut.

A few weeks later, I found that if I had done so, I would have been in a bit of trouble as Jordan Marsh is in fact Jodie Marsh's younger brother and it was her parents I'd been working for (nice people actually; the dad has a marvellous Robert Lindsay thing going on ).

But yeah... embarassing moments all over... I probably should do more embarassing things, get it out of my system. Life's too short.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:04 AM

I had an experience kind of like LMDs when I had my gallbladder removed. I was so relieved because I had a female doctor and I wasn't going to have to be unconscious and naked in front of strange men. But when they wheeled me into my OR, I had 2 male nurses. And one of them was quite good looking (and very nice. The anaesthesiologist was making me VERY nervous and he came over and calmed me down.) I remember my last thoughts before I was knocked out were along the lines of "OH NO! He's going to see me NAKED!!"

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:19 AM

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
I had an experience kind of like LMDs when I had my gallbladder removed. I was so relieved because I had a female doctor and I wasn't going to have to be unconscious and naked in front of strange men. But when they wheeled me into my OR, I had 2 male nurses. And one of them was quite good looking (and very nice. The anaesthesiologist was making me VERY nervous and he came over and calmed me down.) I remember my last thoughts before I was knocked out were along the lines of "OH NO! He's going to see me NAKED!!"

Quote:
Originally posted by citizen:

I. Don’t. Quite. Make. It.

I’m stuck half in the train half out, pinned by ravenous doors that just won’t let go, they’re crushing my head, really, broke my glasses, and they just won’t let go.

Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:

But whatever, point is, soon as i'm faced with someone I kinda like (giggle giggle flutter) the scrip reads some things like "blah blah blaah, rubbish, b*****ks, oh my god this is such a lie, more rubbish, blah blah. wimper.

Wow, that's an amazing coincidence, that three of us here have had websites dedicated to their most embarassing moments:

www.thatguywhogotstuckinthetubedoors.co.uk
(There's been a lot of speculation about your true identity on their forums)

www.nakedgallbladderlessgirl.com
(They put your gall bladder on eBay last week, went for $230)

www.thatgirlwhorambleswhentalkingtocuteguys.org
(Check out their excellent "quotes" section - did you really explain the full rules of cricket to one guy?)

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:25 AM

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Wow, that's an amazing coincidence, that three of us here have had websites dedicated to their most embarassing moments:

www.thatguywhogotstuckinthetubedoors.co.uk
(There's been a lot of speculation about your true identity on their forums)

www.nakedgallbladderlessgirl.com
(They put your gall bladder on eBay last week, went for $230)

www.thatgirlwhorambleswhentalkingtocuteguys.org
(Check out their excellent "quotes" section - did you really explain the full rules of cricket to one guy?)

Careful with that, some of us are just gullible enough to click those to see if they're real sites. Then again, some of us are just bored.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:28 AM

"coffin dogers"

I hadn't heard that one.
Heard someone call a handicap parking space a gimp slot, but coffin dodger is new.

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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
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The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:33 AM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:

Wow, that's an amazing coincidence, that three of us here have had websites dedicated to their most embarassing moments:

www.thatguywhogotstuckinthetubedoors.co.uk
(There's been a lot of speculation about your true identity on their forums)

www.nakedgallbladderlessgirl.com
(They put your gall bladder on eBay last week, went for $230)

www.thatgirlwhorambleswhentalkingtocuteguys.org
(Check out their excellent "quotes" section - did you really explain the full rules of cricket to one guy?)

Ok, we need an applause emoticon, 'cause that's just brilliant.

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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:44 AM

JAYTEE

I used to have panic attacks whenever I'd go shopping at Christmas and the Mall would be packed with people. It turned out I have agoraphobia (fear of crowds)which explained why I'd always feel uncomfortable at large parties where I hardly knew anyone. My anxiety levels and panic attacks diminished in frequency in my twenties but then increased during a rough period in my early 40's. My doctor used to prescribe Xanax but then put me on Paxil. Paxil was tough at first and I had no sex drive for about 6 to 9 months but after a year and a half on it I hadn't had a single panic attack. At that point I started feeling lethargic and my doctor gradually reduced my dosage and took me off it for good finally. I haven't had a panic attack even after being off it for 3 years. It helped re-adjust my serotonin levels to a healthy balance and once there I didn't need it after that. Some people need to take it for life but I'm one of the lucky ones. I may have to take something in my later years but for now I'm good.

Jaytee

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:52 AM

SW-you are always good for a laugh!

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 4:56 AM

That also reminds me that someone told me to ask the doctor to save my gallstones because apparently they're pretty? Well, I didn't because I thought it was kind of gross and I was drugged and as they were wheeling me back to my room after the surgery, I kind of came to and there was a man wheeling one of those bio-hazard carts and I remember asking if my gallbladder was in there and if they could get it out for me.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 5:41 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

I can't remember the last time I was embarassed. I must have misplaced the emotion. I'm sure I set it down somewhere, yet it hasn't turned up and I haven't really missed it. I'm guessing it happened when, in my late twenties, I declared that being self-conscious was holding back my social life and it must have gotten the heave with a lot of other emotional baggage.

Scorpion Regent

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 9:26 AM

CYBERSNARK

Asking me to pick my most embarassing moment is like asking me to pick my favourite Firefly/Serenity quote. There's just so many to choose from.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 9:51 AM

I don't get embarrased very easily, either, SR, but I have my moments.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 10:58 AM

BELASERA

First day at University, I fell UP a flight of stairs. Big concrete ones going into a building, landed flat on my face, cheek all mushed up against the unforgiving stone. Er, whatever concrete actually is. Worse bit, Cute Mr. leans down to help me and says "It's ok, nobody saw you" to which I squeaked, "You saw me!"

"I'll be in my bunk."

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:19 AM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:

Wow, that's an amazing coincidence, that three of us here have had websites dedicated to their most embarassing moments:

www.thatguywhogotstuckinthetubedoors.co.uk
(There's been a lot of speculation about your true identity on their forums)

www.nakedgallbladderlessgirl.com
(They put your gall bladder on eBay last week, went for $230)

www.thatgirlwhorambleswhentalkingtocuteguys.org
(Check out their excellent "quotes" section - did you really explain the full rules of cricket to one guy?)
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meanie, I got all excited then.
*pout*

I do spectacular pratfalls, in fact, I think I might just start every date (if I ever bother to date again - the men around here are so... uninspiring) with the words, 'hi, please just excuse me while I babble dren for ten minutes and then fall over...'

Or perhaps I should leave it till after dinner...?

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:32 AM

Oooh, pratfalls are fun.

I used to be able to walk over a chair, tip it over, do a summersault on the way down and land on my feet. But that was years ago and I haven't tried it in ages. Cool trick I learned from a friend who nearly went to clown college. She could do all sorts of crazy things.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:34 AM

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Originally posted by belasera:
First day at University, I fell UP a flight of stairs. Big concrete ones going into a building, landed flat on my face, cheek all mushed up against the unforgiving stone. Er, whatever concrete actually is. Worse bit, Cute Mr. leans down to help me and says "It's ok, nobody saw you" to which I squeaked, "You saw me!"

Oooh, I did that once and in front of a guy I had a HUGE crush on. Tripped on my skirt and tried to break my face. But at least Mr. Cute was incredibly gracious about it. How sweet!

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:36 AM

wow, I wonder if I could channel my dodgy-ankle escapades into something as entertaining as that.

I want to go to clown school

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:42 AM

ZAMIAM

Perhaps I'm just strange, but if a guy I was out with said that to me, I'd think it terribly amusing.

But then, I'm an incredible clutz meself. I was on the soccer team a few years back in high school, and senior year the boys and girls began to practice together. I'm sure I didn't fall down in some odd way (sometimes for no reason at all) three to four times a day before the biggest crush of my life was present.

That time I passed out during class last symester was pretty bad, too. I remember it was terribly hot, and then the whole room just sort of slowly turned sideways. I made some loud sound that wasn't even close to being a word and gripped my desk as if I would fall down if I didn't. I fell down anyways.

The next thing I know some bloke is carrying me, and I hate being carried more than anything. Stupid anemia.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005 11:42 AM