I forget what I was doing but it was during lunch time at our hang out spot in high school. It also involved flailing my arms around wildly. Anyway, I ended up punching a girl that was a few years younger then me in the nose. How was I to know someone was behind me. I apologized but it was still very embarrassing.
I think I recall a story on the SDMB from years ago where a guy was relating how once as a teenager he (for some reason) blindfolded himself before wanking furiously, and once he was done, uncovered his eyes and looked over at the nightstand to see a hot cup of tea that his mother had just quietly left for him.
Perhaps you would like to post a broken, labeled NSFW, link to a practice that is similar but not the same. As it is, your post is a crime against human nature’s curiosity of perverse sexual matters.
Inquiring minds want to know!
Eh, it certainly would be uncomfortable. I’ve traveled enough to always carry a light change of clothes in my carry on for just such situations. It is also imperative that you carry packaged baby wipes to clean yourself up with when there isn’t any water available. Plus, I always carry a thick plastic bag to store wet bathing suits or dirty clothes that I don’t want to contaminate the rest of my luggage with.
I’ve already experienced plenty.
I’ve actually ended up in the nightmare scenario where you stand up in front of a class, and realize that you have to teach them in a language you cannot speak (I’d been studying French for five weeks. I was told my students would speak English. I absolutely had to teach them or very bad things would happen.) It was the most excruciating thing imaginable.
Yesterday I was walking around an old Chinese city, looking for some saltine crackers to sate a tummy ache. I wandered into a leafy courtyard teahouse full of old men playing mahjong. I’m tallish and blonde, and probably the most bizarre thing they’ve seen for a while. In a small Chinese town I’m no less surprising than if you saw an eight foot tall guy with blue skin. So suddenly I had maybe sixty people staring at me.
Since I don’t know Chinese for “saltine crackers,” I ignored their questions of “what are you looking for” and just took a quick glance at the shops’ shelves. They didn’t have any, so I said “Ahhh, you guys don’t have what I am looking for.” We all enjoyed a polite laugh and I turned to go on my way.
I hadn’t noticed a dog decided to lay in the sun right at my feet. As I turned around I stepped on it’s paw. It gave out a piercing howl and shot out like a bullet. I jumped back and let out a surprised scream. Everyone- by then it seemed like hundreds of people- were laughing their asses off.
Maybe not the most humiliating thing ever, but this is my daily life. I feel like I’m beyond humiliation these days.
I accidentally showed my penis to a theater full of people watching me perform.
Much as I would like to bare my soul, the account I have created here is far from anonymous; as it is, I’ve probably already said more than I should have. Sorry to be a tease…
Which reminds me… having a special prosecutor report to the nation that you came all over an intern’s dress has to be pretty high up there.
How about that guy who was hanging from a ski lift by his feet . . . with his pants around his ankles? Ouch.
And that she saved it 'cuz your jizz is special. Yep, sometimes the punishment far exceeds the “crime”. Having Hillary as the nationally embarrassed spouse is even worse cause you know she knows how to make you pay and pay, and even worse is a sweet kid like Chelsea is humiliated too.
Good point. Humiliation, like jizz, can be spread around.
The guy in that video deserved everything he had coming to him that day. I feel sorry for her. If this type of proposal is to be done… propose first privately, then talk about doing it publicly. Sure, it won’t be such a surprise, but you won’t be “surprised”, ya know? What a prick.
He caught me too…just last weekend. What he was doing in my bathroom while I showered I have no idea, but yeah, it was a prety akward moment.
I don’t know…I would think that the cigar thing, and saying “Tastes good!” would be one million times worse.
I was at a job interview and just froze when asked to write some code on the board. I had been in management for years, and though I could still program in C it was too much to do so with a guy 20 years my junior looking on. I said I was obviously applying for the wrong job and canceled the rest of the day-long interview. I never felt so much like a pointy haired boss as I did that day.
Since people asked:
The first thing I did was head straight back towards my seat after splashing more water on my face. I was dizzy and somewhat disoriented (I had no idea, for example, how long I was crumbled up in the floor after fainting…or whatever is was). I didn’t have any extra clothes with me in my carry on…and as I got to my row I realized what a complete mess I was. Yup, I could see it on people’s faces. I went back into the bathroom and figured that it was better to be completely soaked than covered in piss, shit and vomit. I did the best I could to clean up in the tiny, trickle water sink to clean off and soaking paper towels worked best for cleansing. I started to get sick again and needed to sit/lie still and went back to my seat…soaked and semi-smelly. My seat mates were suitably horrified as I had to squeeze past the serving cart with hot dinners on my return. I asked for and received several blankets to cocoon myself in. I grabbed my airbag and vomited into is before I could even get in my seat. The couple next to me on the left asked to be moved so that “I would have more space”…they wished me well and headed to the front of the plane with the blessing of the steward. Next to me an elderly couple huddled closer to each other as I spent several hours heaving into bags. At the end of my row was a lady wearing a surgical mask that kept watching me closely. I’m sure she was terrified.
I eventually fell asleep and rested for the last few hours of the flight into Chicago (from London). I was coming from India where I had already spent 18 hours traveling before connecting to this flight in London. I was a soggy, smelly mess after all that time “incubating” inside the blankets. After passing through customs, I was able to claim my checked-in bag…where I changed in the bathroom into a clean set of clothes. I would take a shower and change once again in the American Airlines Admirals Club after passing through security to layover for my connection to a domestic flight. I ended up leaving my MacBook Pro in the security tub in my haze…but surprisingly I was able to call and have it overnighted several days later from the TSA.
It was humiliating.
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What is humiliating is buying a laptop that no one thinks is worth stealing!
I actually think the biggest humiliation one might possibly have is to be a drunk driver in a crash, killing the other people, but surviving yourself without even a scratch. I might say this borders on the lines of deep shame, but is there really a difference anyways?
You are assuming that people who drive drunk can actually feel shame or guilt.