I live in Morocco yet I have immense trouble fitting in with Moroccan society. I don’t like the customs, most of the food is pretty mid, our music scene is hot garbage, I’m literally queer (just saying that in front of everyone could get me in prison), everyone is obsessed with football and I’m sick of it, I could go on.
I don’t know if I’m just a rare and strange breed, or if it’s simply a case of “nationality dysphoria”, but I think literally existing in a space like this is embarrassing enough to give me conspiracies to leave. Problem is, there is Moroccan diaspora everywhere, especially in the country I’m interested in (which is Belgium, I just love how wild they are), and locals are sick of us, not to mention… visas, motherf***er. I am basically trapped here, in constant threat of weird looks at best, and literal death at worst. Yeah, this is indeed the most embarrassing thing about me.
When I get crazy stressed at work I sometimes flip the fuck out. I scream and curse things like motherfucking cocksucker piece of shit where people can hear me. I’m a contractor so those people don’t know me or are just there at the place I’m working on. Occasionally I break shit when I get this fucked up.
I just came off two forced 80 hour work weeks no days off so it was pretty bad. I’m off now. I’m at peace.
There’s a certain high in that lashing out that’s tough to let go of. I feel you.
I wish that I could explain how I came to handle that stuff better, truth is I haven’t a clue. I just knew I’d come too far to risk losing what I have over anger of all things.
No shade, that’s cool. IDGAF what you look like once I know you, and that you are in tune with the emotion of the situation.
Paraphrasing a folk singer I respect here, but “I used to cry when needed, I can’t cry for the life of me anymore as an adult.”
Tears communicate that either I’ve fucked up, or there’s something I legit misunderstood, and I need to take a step back.
In some ways, I envy your ability to do that. Professional me doesn’t scree around, personal me rather wishes I could cry it out once in a while.
I’ve spent a lifetime fixing my inclination to escalate at the first sign of conflict, and…. It’s been brutal. I’m thrilled to mostly be gentle these days, but it still requires work.
Maybe TMI but hygiene. When I’m too sad to clean up then obviously I don’t do it, but when I’m doing really good I get so caught up in my work that I forget to clean up.
The only thing that I find genuinely embarrassing about myself is NSFW related, and this isn’t an anon account, so, yeah. Big one, though.
Other than that, I’ve just done a lot of particularly embarrassing things that I remember in my sleep that everyone else has probably forgotten about by now. I was immature for a long time. It’s normal.
I met my wife because I was flirting with this woman and then she left and my wife showed up and in my drunken state I thought she was the same girl I was talking to before so rizz was exceptional and I ended up keeping her after that night.
10 years later we got married last year! Woo! Embarrassment!
I’m too embarrassed to tell you. I’ll give you a freebie, though: I bought Mega Man X7 for the PlayStation 2. Unironically. On purpose. Having enjoyed the previous Mega Man X games, I didn’t think for a second it would be bad.
Aside from relationship surprises and having the full Bruce Lee package, the first one that comes to mind is my mum wanted to reuse my grandpa’s unisex name and named me after him despite the gender difference. Despite him being my favorite family member, it feels awkward whenever I’m at gatherings.
Haha. The Honeymooners nose is funny as fuck and as as a fellow ace is can’t imagine how annoying it must be. The universe truly plays mean pranks at times
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