Ever just suddenly cringe over something stupid or embarrassing you’ve done in your life?

[4pickupguy]

Ok, another from the countless others. In the mid 80’s we had finally scored a gig at a club we had dreamed of playing (Club Tango on lower Greenville for those who remember it) We were a three piece with a singer (my wife). Third song in and my guitar vanishes out of the monitors. I can’t hear myself play at all. I’m trying to get dudes attention to turn me back up. I have tiny amps and can’t hear them at all. Apparently my G string had gone WAY WAY flat, like more than a full step and catch it in the mains for an instant. I reach over and give the tuning peg a good panic twist….unfortunately, I had just grabbed B string and tuned it way way sharp. It was a unmitigated disaster and I have that one on video, to enjoy over and over and over….. I just reminded my wife of this and she physically winced and said oh god.

 

[Nogoodnamesleft]

I have these thoughts and memories every single day. I've reached the point where I say out loud "No, no, no, not today" or "F*** you" in response.

Probably good I live alone. I must be a real hoot on the bus.

 

[brookdalebill]

I was hired to sing Happy Birthday to a guy by his family at a nice restaurant a few years ago.
The family had restored a heirloom guitar for him, a two tone blue Harmony Colorsound arch top, and I was playing the guitar.
I was to hand the guitar off after the performance.
I sang to the wrong guy, at the wrong table.
Doh!
I quit taking those kind of gigs shortly thereafter.
As Popeye would say, “Embarrasking!”

 

[stormsedge]

sure...but that was then.

 

[MitchJ89]

There’s probably a psychiatric term for this; if so, I don’t know what it is.

It’s exhausting, though…constantly remembering something that makes you feel bad about yourself, even if it was on accident.

I think the psych term is rumination.

 

[Beachbum]

Well.......There was that time I volunteered to join the Navy.

 

[bender66]

So. Many.

To quote the comedian Kyle Kinane:
“You get to repress memories? Oh, tell me how, magician.”

His Outcreeping A Creeper bit is fantastic.

Since this thread started it reminded me of a situation for me in the past 2 yrs. The post about rumination description is spot on. I said some horribly awkward (for me) things misinterpreting a question from someone. I hadn't spoken to her since. Fast forward to a couple days ago and she happened to be at my work. We had a nice chat about things unrelated to my previous embarrassment. I got a tiny amount of closure just by getting to see her face to face.

 

[Charlie Bernstein]

Yes.

 

[Wound_Up]

Let's see.... Three failed marriages. Chose the wrong career. Almost broke almost all the time. Once drove to Columbia, SC, when I was due in Columbus, OH. Once threw my briefcase in the dumpster and set a bag of dirty diapers down on the seminar room's table as I began class. Once sent my then-boss a rather vivid love email intended for my then-fiancee. Once backed into a telephone pole while lecturing my teenage daughters about driving wisely. Twice got myself shot at. Once....

Nope. All fine here. Those nightmares of getting on the wrong bus, forgetting my locker combination, finding out that I have a class I've not known about on the last day of that class and getting lost in a narrowing basement tunnel on the way to it, being naked atop the town Christmas tree, running out of salsa...they're not mine.

Ha. I've got a school story lol. They had just redrawn the school district lines here and my neighborhood was at the edge of the new re-districting. While I was district 1 before, going to Greenacres Middle School, now we were district 2 and going to Rusheon Middle School. This happened between grades 6 and 7. I had just started at Greenacres for grade 6 and stayed there a year, then off to a different school.

Beginning of the year, they have orientation for all of the new kids coming from Greenacres. We spend a few hours there and they send us home. School starts Monday. So I'm riding the school bus home and it stops in front of my house. We were all carrying on in the bus so I was pretty excited when I got off.

Excited enough that I I tried to jump down the school bus steps, from the 2nd step. That's about the time I slammed my forehead into the bus, right above the door! Yea. I'm an idiot. I wasn't paying attention to the fact that my head was already even with the top of the door. So when I jumped, I slammed straight into it.

Boy was I embarrassed. 13-14 yrs old. Had a girl on the bus that I had a huge crush on. It sucked sooooooo bad. I did end up going out with that girl, though. And a few of her friends. They were all new to me since they went to Rusheon Middle School previously and I had never met them. That year was actually really good because I met A LOT of new girls that year

 

[NeverTooLate]

Boy was I embarrassed.

Haha, I don't know that teenage years even count

 

[Blackmore Fan]

Haha, I don't know that teenage years even count

They shouldn't! But there's lots of us that drag that stuff around and it affects how we interact with the people we see on a daily basis.

 

[Frank Roberts]

Aye. They come up on their own often enough without TRYING to remember them for a public posting!

 

[39martind18]

Welcome to my life, the "Cringefest!" Especially when I try to play lead!

 

[redhouse_ca]

Ever just suddenly cringe over something stupid or embarrassing you’ve done in your life? I mean going about your day and suddenly remembering something stupid or embarrassing, and physically cringing? Happens to me quite often (I’ve done a lot of stupid and embarrassing things).

The embarrassing things typically are funnier and easier to share so I’ll get us rolling with a harmless bit of DOH!!

1985, It was about 3:30 in the afternoon in the middle of the week at the music store I worked at. Kids walking home from school near by would come in and play the latest hair band riff or tune they had learned. This particular day a kid (lets call him David) that dropped in quite often decided today he’s gonna turn up a little more than usual. So he‘s there running his usual library of riffs and tunes over by the amps when a guy walks in, casually browsing the guitars etc. One of our employees tells him (in a raised voice as David’s playing is just above conversational levels) if he would like to hear any of them to feel free to plug them in. The guy replies, twice (cuz David), that he’s “just dreaming and really just came to get strings”.
A while later a the guy has finally meandered over to the counter where I am. So I ask him what strings he prefers, twice. He‘s starts to tell me and has to start over. I get bit closer and finally hear him and as I am ringing up his strings I start to apologize for the noise but then I start venting a little. I explain to him theres a school near by and the kids come in, so we get to hear the butchered lick du jour…sounds like me at that age…the guy chuckles and rolls his eyes but, do I stop there? Hell no. Now I start to vent about how most are just at a terrible stage of playing, every note has to lead to a dive bombed pinched harmonic. At that moment David does just that. See? Do I stop there? No! That kid comes in here all the time and picks the worse sound out of any amp and its just just dive bomb city, blah blah blah… about that time David stops playing and and yells
“Hey dad, did they have my strings?”
I was so embarrassed I just turned on my heels in front of the guy and ran to the back case room…
To this day I physically cringe when this moment crosses my mind.

Your turn.

Man I said and did so many cringe worthy things and I think about them all the time. It'd be nice to have just one. Or even just 1000.

 

[redhouse_ca]

Let's see.... Three failed marriages. Chose the wrong career. Almost broke almost all the time. Once drove to Columbia, SC, when I was due in Columbus, OH. Once threw my briefcase in the dumpster and set a bag of dirty diapers down on the seminar room's table as I began class. Once sent my then-boss a rather vivid love email intended for my then-fiancee. Once backed into a telephone pole while lecturing my teenage daughters about driving wisely. Twice got myself shot at. Once....

Nope. All fine here. Those nightmares of getting on the wrong bus, forgetting my locker combination, finding out that I have a class I've not known about on the last day of that class and getting lost in a narrowing basement tunnel on the way to it, being naked atop the town Christmas tree, running out of salsa...they're not mine.

"What doesn't kill you ", by definition (I guess) is part of your life.

Rumination.
It's a common symptom with OCD but also present in a lot of people with ASD (not a psychiatric condition).

Both of which were selected for genetically for millions of years (or at least 300,000 years in our current anatomical form). Scientifically speaking, winning traits!

 

[Kandinskyesque]

Both of which were selected for genetically for millions of years (or at least 300,000 years in our current anatomical form). Scientifically speaking, winning traits!

Possibly making me a winner in life's lottery then.
Diagnosis of the latter for me 6 years ago has called into question diagnosis of the former from 23 years ago.

Hopefully when my big residential assessment happens this spring I'll know whether or not I'm a double or mere single winner.
I'd rather be a single winner, people tend to be more forgiving/accomodating with ASD as opposed to OCD.

 

[HoodieMcFoodie]

All the time but I ain't tellin'...

 

[4pickupguy]

Filing this one uder “serior moment“
just now,…

3hrs into crock pot cooking.... emptying kitchen trash can, and noticed ............

I used chicken stock to make my pot roast

The potatoes and carrots look frightened and confused.

 

[TheCheapGuitarist]

Approximately every 30 minutes or so.

 

[Maguchi]

Yeah, definitely. But I'm not confessing them here, haha!