There is a podcast I highly recommend called Mortified. It’s full of people reading from their journals they kept as kids/teens and there is so much cringe but also it makes me feel good that everyone was weird together 😂
It’s really interesting, reflecting on the idea of embarrassment because I feel like I don’t get embarrassed anymore - I just laugh at myself too, give myself grace knowing that I’ll do better next time. I don’t feel embarrassed much anymore, maybe there’s some moments. But I also live in a place (here I moved to) where I feel comfortable in the culture. I feel supported.
This isn’t meant to be a high horse “I don’t get embarrassed” comment, rather it’s intriguing that I don’t engage with that emotion almost ever these days. I think I’m learning to laugh at myself and also knowing that I can do better the next time really help save me from feeling embarrassed. I take life in stride, knowing that there’s only more growing and learning to do.
I'm glad you're at that point! That's what I'm working toward, and also want to ensure my kids don't get caught in that trap as long as I did. Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
Your title evoked that feeling inside me of the train wreck that one cannot help looking at ... I had to read the post. It was great! Now, could I post a picture of me from the 60s/70s ... 😳
Cute photo! One night our women's group at church decided to share our most cringeworthy moments. Mine isn't that bad (lost top at fourteen in the ocean while body surfing in front of two teen boys) but I will never forget (over thirty years later) the story told by a friend. She was rushing her family of four out the door to church. They arrived and she herded everyone into the sanctuary and up near the front in their "normal" pew. They were actually a little early, and as she sat and waited for the service to begin, she kept hearing little twitters of laughter around her. Finally, she turned around to see what was so funny. It was only then she noticed her son. He had pulled pink plastic tampon tubes from the trashcan in the bathroom and had them on each finger, waving them around for all to see. Oh my gosh. She had another story that was equally as embarrassing for her, if not more so. Of course we all laughed with her and we all loved her all the more for the telling.
Goodness, they were brave! I've probably got enough cringeworthy moments to fill a book although I'm not sure if I would want to get up in front of so many people to bare my soul. I do appreciate though that it can be very freeing once a 'secret' is out, I think we always think we are the only ones something has happened to so it's a huge weight off to find out there are others with the same experience. Beautiful grandchildren you have there, Ilona. x
I have a lot of cringeworthy stories that aren't necessarily humorous, but still have a burn, and I'm sure there are more to come. Thanks for your comment and for complimenting my little cherubs.
This post is offers such great contemplations. Why does it feel so uncomfortable to share cringe moments? And yet, we're drawn to them? What do we want to share them and why do we want to listen to them? Do they make us feel less alone? Less ashamed?
Yes, there's a lot to inquire on this topic. We've been taught to be ashamed of so many things, that it feels scary to out ourselves. Thanks for such intriguing questions, Paulette.
There is a podcast I highly recommend called Mortified. It’s full of people reading from their journals they kept as kids/teens and there is so much cringe but also it makes me feel good that everyone was weird together 😂
Oh, that sounds perfect for me! I will be listening ASAP!!!!! Thanks for the suggestion, Angela.
It’s really interesting, reflecting on the idea of embarrassment because I feel like I don’t get embarrassed anymore - I just laugh at myself too, give myself grace knowing that I’ll do better next time. I don’t feel embarrassed much anymore, maybe there’s some moments. But I also live in a place (here I moved to) where I feel comfortable in the culture. I feel supported.
This isn’t meant to be a high horse “I don’t get embarrassed” comment, rather it’s intriguing that I don’t engage with that emotion almost ever these days. I think I’m learning to laugh at myself and also knowing that I can do better the next time really help save me from feeling embarrassed. I take life in stride, knowing that there’s only more growing and learning to do.
Thanks for sharing!!
I'm glad you're at that point! That's what I'm working toward, and also want to ensure my kids don't get caught in that trap as long as I did. Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
Your title evoked that feeling inside me of the train wreck that one cannot help looking at ... I had to read the post. It was great! Now, could I post a picture of me from the 60s/70s ... 😳
Yes, you could!!!! I promise the world will not end. Plus, I bet you were a cutie pie even if you didn't think so.
I love this. And I am so glad I made it to the end! That photo is beautiful!
Aw, thanks friend ❤️
Cute photo! One night our women's group at church decided to share our most cringeworthy moments. Mine isn't that bad (lost top at fourteen in the ocean while body surfing in front of two teen boys) but I will never forget (over thirty years later) the story told by a friend. She was rushing her family of four out the door to church. They arrived and she herded everyone into the sanctuary and up near the front in their "normal" pew. They were actually a little early, and as she sat and waited for the service to begin, she kept hearing little twitters of laughter around her. Finally, she turned around to see what was so funny. It was only then she noticed her son. He had pulled pink plastic tampon tubes from the trashcan in the bathroom and had them on each finger, waving them around for all to see. Oh my gosh. She had another story that was equally as embarrassing for her, if not more so. Of course we all laughed with her and we all loved her all the more for the telling.
I got a laugh out on that story! Hysterical. That missing bikini top though-oh my!!!
Ha ha. I grabbedi it, put it back on, and walked at least two miles down the beach feeling like EVERYONE knew.
OY! Well at least that's when they were at their perkiest.
No doubt! But almost non-existent. Ha ha.
I love this, Ilona! How right you are! And the reward is very much appreciated. Adorable!
Thanks, Cherie. Have to share the cuteness!
Goodness, they were brave! I've probably got enough cringeworthy moments to fill a book although I'm not sure if I would want to get up in front of so many people to bare my soul. I do appreciate though that it can be very freeing once a 'secret' is out, I think we always think we are the only ones something has happened to so it's a huge weight off to find out there are others with the same experience. Beautiful grandchildren you have there, Ilona. x
I have a lot of cringeworthy stories that aren't necessarily humorous, but still have a burn, and I'm sure there are more to come. Thanks for your comment and for complimenting my little cherubs.
This post is offers such great contemplations. Why does it feel so uncomfortable to share cringe moments? And yet, we're drawn to them? What do we want to share them and why do we want to listen to them? Do they make us feel less alone? Less ashamed?
Yes, there's a lot to inquire on this topic. We've been taught to be ashamed of so many things, that it feels scary to out ourselves. Thanks for such intriguing questions, Paulette.
I love everything about this! Fantastic school picture and look at those grandkids 💖
Thank you, my friend!
That picture of you is adorable!
I'm stylin 😂