The life I live is not aligned with my principles.
God damn, I though were being light hearted here. Now I got to go find a dark corner of shame.
My social security number. How embarrassing is yours?
(Please don’t post your actual number, even for the lolz)
You can post your number, Lemmy censors it
See: ***-**-****
Oh awesome hunter2 is my SSN you bunch of hunter2-ing hunter2s - that’s awesome. Technology is the best!
How do you do, fellow memers?
Either that I only eat frozen meals and don’t cook. Or that I have never had any friends. Or that I’m a cis female but have a ton of excess hair in the wrong spots (esp on my chin and neck) I try to keep on top of. Or that I’ve never been in a relationship and I’m 30. So many things to choose from!
My life is not so bad, though! The internet exists both for human connection and for entertainment. And I have a good job so I make enough to buy random crap.
You’re like a female version of me. Except I’m only 27 and I have a lack of hair where men typically have a lot and I don’t have a job currently.
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 6’3" and look like I’d rip someone’s throat out for coughing wrong.
I cry really easily when in conflict 😅
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.
You never gave into the BS.
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.
Here is an alternative Piped link(s):
Piped is a privacy-respecting open-source alternative frontend to YouTube.
I’m open-source; check me out at GitHub.
I was desperate enough to have sex with your mother.
Not embarrassing, weird maybe?
I secretly enjoy weird combination of foods (sometimes too exotic)
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milkshake and broccoli (or any veggie)
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watermelon and salt
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tortillas with papaya and whole lot of chilly pepper
I could go on…
milkshake and broccoli (or any veggie)
this one actually disgusted me
I know, still crave this!
watermelon and salt is one of those things that sounds strange in theory, then you try it and you regret that you could ever think that way
Are you alternating? Or combining?
Watermelon and salt sounds perfectly sane to me because chemistry.
Tortillas, fruit, and chili doesn’t make sense to me, but I’ve appropriated a ton of foods that “just work” to me so…. I get it nonetheless.
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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
Sometimes I still can’t accept losing a game. I’m 23.
You better come to terms with that. I used to play twitch shooters all the time… I now have an essential tremor and in your thirties your reflexes really start to go.
Everything.
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.
I have 3 testicles, but 0 boyfriends
😔
I’d totally get in Austin power’s Shaguar.
My face
I’ve never learnt to dance