I was reading a book and the woman declares “getting stood up at the alter is the greatest humiliation a woman could have.”
So my question to you all, men and woman. What is the greatest humiliation that could happen to you?
It doesn’t have to be one that you’ve actually had, but what do you think is the greatest humiliation that could happen to you. Whether it happend or not isn’t relivent.
I think even for a man, being stood up at the alter, would be up there on my list of humiliating things. I don’t mean simply calling the wedding off, but being up there and then no bride or groom.
Really? Maybe you have a more open relationship with your siblings than I do Bees. I was 14 and he was 13 and I had just found my first Penthouse and had recently discovered masturbation. This was way before the internet or unscrambled HBO. Maybe being raised Catholic and being taught that sex is naughty had something to do with it. :dubious:
Hey GravityCrash don’t worry about it happened to me before too. Except in my case it was one of my roomates, who found it hilarious and he proceeded to tell everyone about it. Yep, that was a good one.
Story went something like this. (as he walks into my room to catch me doing my business) “Hey scott do we have practice? wait, what are you doing? are you beating off? you’re beating off aren’t you?” “DUDE GET OUT!!”
After several weeks in another country I was flying back home. Exhausted, I hadn’t been feeling well for the last day. On the flight, I was feeling light headed and went to the lavatory. As I bent over the sink to splash water on my face I grew very lightheaded and passed out. When I woke up, I was crumpled up in the floor. I had vomited down the front of my shirt, peed myself and soiled my pants. To add insult to injury, I had several wet spots on my back from the floor and a few pieces of toilet paper hanging off me.
Did I mention that I was 1 hour into a 9 hour flight with a seat in the middle of not only a large row, but in the middle of a large block of seats?
Good times.
That was bad enough; I don’t want to image worse scenarios.
That video from Failblog where the guy proposed at midcourt during halftime of a basketball game and the girl said no seemed like a contender for the record.
Although he may not have the shame to realize it, the Elliot Spitzer debacle seemed pretty humiliating.
I guess neither one of those is particularly likely to happen to me, though.
You guys are talking about plain ol’ masturbation, right? as in lotion + hand + penis? That’s nothing. Garden variety coming-of-age stuff.
My mom confronted me with the evidence of something that was NOT plain ol’ masturbation. I won’t go into details, but it was beyond “kinky,” far off into the realm of “perverted.” The thing is, she didn’t walk in on me while I was engaged in said activity; no, she discovered the aftermath a day later and then made a conscious choice to bring it to my attention.
I’m still humiliated by this… actually, the most humiliation I’ve ever felt
The other day I used my friend’s laptop and he had left several tabs open, not sure what they were as I paid no attention to them while I was playing online poker. After I shut the laptop, which just turns off the screen, I went to sleep. The next morning he woke up and logged in for a few minutes and said absolutely nothing to me then, and we went off on our own ways for the day. Later after he got back from work he noticed a bunch of shit open, whatever it was, and claimed that I was snooping around some folders I shouldn’t have been. I wasn’t even at the apartment! How could I get onto his computer! If I had done something he’d have noticed that morning and said something, but no…
What pisses me off is that he won’t even acknowledge the fact that he used the laptop last and was in fact the one who opened the windows (unless his other roommate came in). He’s since told just about everyone he knows about the incident and I now have lost many good friends or the friendships have been changed severely. It’s a fucking joke if you ask me, but not a very good one.
Still trying to figure out where I’m gonna move as I’m sick and tired of dealing with this stupid kiddy bullshit. I’m never gonna use another person’s computer again after this, even if they are one of my best friends.
Jesus Christ. You’ve already won in my book. May I ask how you spent the next 8 hours of the flight? Presumably you didn’t have an extra pair of pants in your carry-on. I’d be tempted to just spend the rest of the ride in the bathroom.
And Joe Frickin Friday, c’mon, you’ve got to give us at least a hint.
As for the greatest humiliation possible, clearly it’s shitting your pants while being stood up at the altar with all your family and ex-girlfriends in the congregation. At which point, your mother cries out that it is all her fault because she caught you masturbating to a picture of the best man the night before.
If nothing else, this thread has convinced me to bang pots and pans before I ever open the door to my kid’s room, ever. We both thank you for it.
One of the things I have noticed as I grow older is that I care less and less about what others think of me and I don’t really do many things that would cause me humiliation if they were found out about.
What Raintitan wrote wouldn’t really be humiliating to me. If I could avoid it, I would just for my own comfort and because I wouldn’t want to inconvenience others on the plane. But, I don’t get why a person should feel shame or humiliated because they passed out. Now if you were drinking like a fish and that caused the situation, or if you were trying to join the mile high club and while performing a difficult maneuver like a standing 69 and your partner dropped you such that you got your head stuck in the loo, then, yeah, I could see you being rather embarrassed about it!
I’m generally the last person to throw politics randomly into a thread, but I recall someone saying a good line during Obama’s inauguration about G Bush Sr. Paraphrased:
It must be embarrassing to have your son become the President of the United States and he’s still a disappointment.
I dunno; having my own shit on me, even through no fault of my own, is still humiliating. I think the worst part to me is just what do you do for the next 8 hours? Do you sit on a plastic garbage bag? Do you throw your underwear out in the bathroom garbage and try to get as much shit out of your pants as possible? I can’t even imagine what you could do in that situation.
