Shame has a funny way of cementing memories in our brains that we wish we could forget. And, much like cravings for Nutella straight-from-the-jar, these shame-memories tend to re-surface at night. You're trying to fall asleep and suddenly you can't stop thinking about the time you accidentally said "love you!" to your 4th grade teacher. Then it's HELLO, Nutella.
1.) From kingofvodka:
I was really drunk once, and I got a phone call. I thought the caller ID said 'Matt', which was the name of a good friend at the time, so I yelled 'what's up you sexy motherfucker!' into the phone. Turns out it wasn't Matt, it was 'Mark' who was my boss at the time, calling to ask if I could come in that evening to cover a shift. He was very old school, late fifties, no sense of humour. The awkward silence before he awkwardly pretended he hadn't heard it will haunt me forever.