Here's one. When I was 16 my parents signed me up for violin lessons. I'm not musically inclined and didn't really care about violin but I wasn't opposed either so I said 'heck why not'. I had a week or two of lessons when my instructor told me there was a recital coming up and he thought I was ready. I didn't really think about it until I got there. Then it dawned on me. These 12 year olds were playing what might have well been Vivaldi and I was getting ready to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I wanted more than anything for something to happen to end this recital. I fantasized about a meteor hitting the earth and destroying the stage, my violin, and/or me along with it. But no that never happened, so I went on stage in front of a decently sized crowd and screeched my rendition of the nursery rhyme.
I'm a male. In 9th grade, I wore eye liner, humongous JNCOs that my family could barely afford, and put on fake earrings that eventually everyone was going to and did find out were fake a week later. I tried to pass them off as real.
On my high school class ring, instead of putting in my name, I put in "Metallica". After a year, I hated wearing that thing. My step-grandfather wore it instead, so he was a late 60s y/o immigrant that didn't speak English wearing a high school ring dated for the same year and read "Metallica". WTF? I'm so happy social media and digital cameras weren't out then.
For about a week, I thought it was deep and attractive to ladies for me to treat my drinks at a bar "intimately". By that, I mean I pretended to tease it like I was about to make out with a girl, except this was my drink. Anyone paying attention to me would notice that I was trying too hard. And yes, although very young, I was already an adult. Luckily, I wasn't in my country at the time and I have lost touch over a decade ago with anyone that would remember that.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I like to pass things by trusted ones before I do stupid shit now.
My family was having a party when I was thirteen. I was talking to this group of girls and having quite a good time. Feeling thirsty I reach over for my drink only to without my knowledge grab the tart burner and proceed to spill it all down my turtle neck (which was cringy by itself.) Then out rings the high pitched girly scream of a not yet broken voice and a tubby tween ripping off his shirt while everyone looks over horrified curiosity. I spent the rest of the night drink poisonous amounts of DIET dr. pepper and eating too many cocktail wienies.
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Here's one. When I was 16 my parents signed me up for violin lessons. I'm not musically inclined and didn't really care about violin but I wasn't opposed either so I said 'heck why not'. I had a week or two of lessons when my instructor told me there was a recital coming up and he thought I was ready. I didn't really think about it until I got there. Then it dawned on me. These 12 year olds were playing what might have well been Vivaldi and I was getting ready to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I wanted more than anything for something to happen to end this recital. I fantasized about a meteor hitting the earth and destroying the stage, my violin, and/or me along with it. But no that never happened, so I went on stage in front of a decently sized crowd and screeched my rendition of the nursery rhyme.
I'm a male. In 9th grade, I wore eye liner, humongous JNCOs that my family could barely afford, and put on fake earrings that eventually everyone was going to and did find out were fake a week later. I tried to pass them off as real.
On my high school class ring, instead of putting in my name, I put in "Metallica". After a year, I hated wearing that thing. My step-grandfather wore it instead, so he was a late 60s y/o immigrant that didn't speak English wearing a high school ring dated for the same year and read "Metallica". WTF? I'm so happy social media and digital cameras weren't out then.
For about a week, I thought it was deep and attractive to ladies for me to treat my drinks at a bar "intimately". By that, I mean I pretended to tease it like I was about to make out with a girl, except this was my drink. Anyone paying attention to me would notice that I was trying too hard. And yes, although very young, I was already an adult. Luckily, I wasn't in my country at the time and I have lost touch over a decade ago with anyone that would remember that.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I like to pass things by trusted ones before I do stupid shit now.
That was beautiful.
My family was having a party when I was thirteen. I was talking to this group of girls and having quite a good time. Feeling thirsty I reach over for my drink only to without my knowledge grab the tart burner and proceed to spill it all down my turtle neck (which was cringy by itself.) Then out rings the high pitched girly scream of a not yet broken voice and a tubby tween ripping off his shirt while everyone looks over horrified curiosity. I spent the rest of the night drink poisonous amounts of DIET dr. pepper and eating too many cocktail wienies.