Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Childhood Embarrassments

In light of recent developments in the late stages of Childhood Saga, I was wondering if anyone can top the past stories with their own embarrassing tale of their early, awkward youth. Note that I'm inviting that we call ourselves out, since self-deprecation is always a good policy, and once it is out, we can all proudly point and laugh at the author!

Let me try and think of few of my own:

-Sitting next to Aubrey on the bus way up front on the way to middle school (during the week my parents left me to stay at Edward's - a ridiculous week in its own right), and me making it about 80% of the trip sort of swaying back and forth, my face all green, before just barfing all over my saxophone case (I'm pretty sure I missed her, but you never know). The best was the kids didn't really get the full smell until they had to walk by to get off the bus, upon which they yelled how awful it was and grimaced at what I'd become. Twas a grand embarrassment!

-Not making the Valley (high school) soccer team. (hahahaha, God, people really stood up for me saying this was an injustice, but come on, I didn't make it. Playing for shits and giggles and slackery on the tennis team was where I truly flourished anyway).

-Ah! Possibly my best of all, blowing away the others by far in my mind: the time I broke the zip line at Josh's house because I was, well, too heavy. And EVERYONE (in my mind) called me fat. Glorious. This began a string of me-breaking-things incidents that extended well beyond just being fat, but clumsy, reckless, and a dum dum.

-In 5th grade, when the final "gag" awards were given out, and the teacher was trying to make light of everyone, I was given a (completely serious) "helping hand award". Jesuso Christo I got crap for that (and deserved it, ha, let's be honest - although they did ask me to help that kid read. Was I supposed to say no? Damn you heartless bastards).

-Answering the phone that my mom called down and told me was "Alex", who I believed to be my friend (a guy), but who turned out to be Amy's friend (a girl), and it took me an excruciating dialogue to figure this out. Maybe you had to be there (at that age).

-At camp admitting to girls that I'd never kissed anyone. Buncha bitches.

-At camp having to wear that harness that basically turns your shorts into a speedo in front of those girls I told that I'd never kissed anyone.

-Various soccer camp moments involving changing or just taking random verbal assaults from diabolical ass-wipes.

-Mr. Barr telling me when I lost to Meagan Lowers in an archery contest in P.E., that she "spanked me".

I know the list goes on and there are more I'm not thinking of, but I'd like to see someone top mine. I feel like a lot end up being so haunting because of the context or just being there at that moment, but that kind of makes it even funnier, that we were so humiliated over something so trivial.

15 comments:

  1. --when mrs. linsicome(sp) called me out for liking Playboy the first day of class and I got REALLY red.

    --when TJ Dacey punched me in the helmet during JV lacrosse practice in front of everyone...for some reason he was surprised when I wrecked him back (i had a great punch haha). His dad (our coach) had to break up the ensuing fight. Now you know the real reason why I hate him so much.

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  2. http://www.pinlyflau.com/ - Martin Strange-Hansen made those animations as the compilations of different embarassing moments of danish kids and youth.

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  3. A) At least you weren't cut from the Fury.
    B) Why the hell were you sitting next to Aubrey on the bus? Was the bus that crowded by the time it got to my stop?
    C) Camp Horizons FTW!
    D) The "helping hand" award, in addition to the Daughters of the American Revolution Award or whatever the fuck it was, was the funniest thing ever. I'm pretty sure I was the main bestower of shit after that one. Greg still says to this day that Josh cried because you won that Daughters of the American Revolution Award and he didn't.

    I don't really know what to put on here. Basically my whole childhood (life?) was embarassing. You should help me think of some.

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  4. -ah, another good one: when I went up against Greg I think it was in the shuttle run in Elementary School and I was about to lose when I feigned an injury to take me out of the race and get a redo. oh boy.

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  5. -pretty much my entire experience in little league baseball was embarrassing; every at bat that I struck out, every batter that I hit as a pitcher, every easy grounder I let through my legs, or the one time I played catcher and was extremely distracted by my cup slipping out of the jock strap and down to my ankle and I was positive everyone was noticing, meanwhile I was fucking up every play.

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  6. Wow, you were a pitcher? Hot damn. These are all solid reasons why I didn't play baseball ever (and not the only ones of course--especially after watching last night's game). I remember you trying to get me to play one time.

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  7. Jim pulling his sweat pants down at the beginning of a soccer game and falling over allowing the opposing team to score and Bill Morevak to furiously scream at him

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  8. Haha, Morvek was ridiculous. So angry at children so little. And of course I wanted you to play Edward. Gotta have support.

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  9. You wouldn't need support if the sport didn't suck so hard.

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  10. I just want you to say it over and over so I won't think I'm insane.

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  11. Alright, I thought of one. I'm going to say I was around 12-14 at the time of this story. Way too old for what happened to happen to me.

    So I was out for my birthday dinner with my parents and maybe a sibling or two, I forget. We went to Joe's Crab Shack. Why the fuck my parents told the waiters that it was my birthday is beyond me, but believe me, I hold them partly accountable for this as well.

    Anyways, at some point in the dinner, the smiling/robotic waiters and waitresses announced everyone's birthday. It was like me and two other kids who were actual kids--under ten years old. I think we had to sing happy birthday to ourselves or something like that. Basically stand up in front of the entire restaurant. Then the motherfuckers made me ride a toy pony around the restaurant, circling between tables of people probably wincing that I was forced into such a thing, desperately trying to hide my anger and shame. I will never forgive myself for actually doing this shit for them instead of being like "Fuck off and die, you cocksuckers." Man, that would've been good. I don't give a fuck how bad of a "sport" it would've made me.

    You have no fucking idea how close I was to tell all of those motherfuckers to die. What really pissed me off was that if I did so, my family would all be like, "Way to overreact" or "You are no fun" or some shit, as if it's my fucking place to be humiliated on my own birthday. I only wish I was old enough to be in charge of the check, because they sure as fuck wouldn't have given a tip.

    Whenever I bring this story up with my parents, I get the customary, "Get a grip," as if half the shit my parents get excited about it relevant to anything in life. I almost want this situation to happen again, just so I can yell at everybody involved. Anybody telling me I have to do anything on my birthday tends to piss me off. It's my fucking birthday. Fuck off and leave me alone.

    Another thing I find amusing enough to comment on here is the vast amounts of people that come out of the woodwork to wish me or anyone else a happy birthday. Why the fuck would they care about my birthday if they don't communicate with me on any other day of the year? Do these things actually make people feel warm and special inside? Because it's apparent by now that everyone does it to everyone on Facebook. For the longest time I didn't even notice that people's birthdays were popping up on the side of the screen on there. I mean, I kinda knew it, but I never looked at it. Anyways, I guess being shy, reclusive, and apparently homicidal, I always grew up not particularly caring about my own birthday, so it always surprises me when others make such a big deal out of their own.

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  12. (Typo in there: "Sure as fuck wouldn't have GOTTEN a tip")

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  13. Haha, I was typing this in a rage. The last comment is referring to people who say "Happy Birthday" on Facebook.

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