Oh boy. Here goes. I have so many embarrassing moments, honestly so many. However, I think most of them are fairly normal, like accidentally calling a teacher mum, or tripping over the pavement in front of a group of people, or spilling a drink down yourself when you’re wearing a light-coloured shirt. We’ve all been there.
Maybe I’ve been there more often than most because the whole dyspraxia thing means I’m ridiculously clumsy. Tripping, spilling, and breaking things are honestly a part of my daily routine at this point. It’s got to the point now where it’s more of just a minor annoyance rather than being actually embarrassing.
Despite that, I don’t think I have any truly embarrassing incidents. Not ones that have made me genuinely embarrassed for too long. I think I tend to take my most embarrassing stories and turn them into funny stories, if I use them to make other people laugh then it’s a lot less embarrassing. People are laughing with me rather than at me.
My favourite one however, the one that’s probably the most embarrassing thing I remember, but also the funniest, is the time I licked an iron when I was eight. I wanted to see if it was hot, it was definitely hot, and I spent the next few hours with a numb tongue. Oops.