Please, don't be dramatic. It'll probably be pretty boring but bare with me here, smart one.
Let's start off with THE most embarrassing moment of my life. (Excluding birth of course.)
It was actually semi-recent, happening at the end of 2012. It was at my "bro-friend's" 16th birthday. To spare any awkwardness, I'm going to be totally unpredictable and change their names! Okay so I'll set the scene for you: it was at the paint ball place thing... whatever. (Btw if you know me, you'll probably know this particular situation.) We were at the end of a paintball round; heart pounding, sweat dripping. Shaky breaths in and out.
Hey, no judging!
I take these games very seriously. You judger, you. Anyway, I was peering out of an old car's window when all of the sudden, *smack* I was shot. Right in the head too.
Ouch.
Searing pain attacked my poor innocent head, making it hard to think or breathe for that matter. I turned around to see....well let's call him Bob.
Good ol' Bob.
The birthday boy!
Standing there, kind of looking at me like "is she going to kill me?" I stood up and did the first thing that came to mind, (which ain't so Christian or smart) started screaming threats at him. Yeah, yeah, yeah, spare me the smart aleck comments of how I should've cut him some slack. I'm done feeling bad about it. Anyway, I walked to the little loading station or whatever you call it, and tried so hard not to cry. I mean, this hurt. My heart felt heavy in my chest as I took deep, shallow breaths. And Bob's older brother...um... Jack! asked if I was okay. Then I lost it, bursting into tears. There you go folks! My most humiliating moment! Jack hugged me and stroked my hair...which at the moment calmed me which was nice of him. But I can only imagine how uncomfortable he was, with my pathetic tears soaking his shirt. I can only imagine about how bad I made Bob feel, which I still feel bad about btw. Poor Bob. Ugh the pain of this memory! You must be thinking "wow what a drama queen..."
Cut me some slack! This is my emotional side showing! Let me do me; even if I am being overdramatic. Who cares, blah blah blah.
Anyway, now I have to hangout with people who know I'm not as tough as nails.
Who knew?
But at least they're cool about it, pretending like they have no memories and such. What good friends.
Well now you know one of my pathetic experiences. Maybe my next one will be a good one, (though I have a lack of those). Hey lets take a vote!
Do you wanna know about one of my buddies, or one of my besties? Comment below!
Now I leave you with this question (which I expect an answer for) : why is the word abbreviation so long?
Seriously.