Things you used to do that now make you cringe!

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So I’ve been seeing the odd Facebook memory, throwing up past status updates I posted that now give me extreme second-hand embarrassment. We’re talking maybe ten or so years ago.

It got me thinking about how when I first learnt to drive, at about 19, I had a car but didn’t use it to get to work. My part-time job whilst at uni was in the town centre and it didn’t make financial sense to drive due to parking costs and that, so I would get the bus instead. For some unknown reason I felt a bit embarrassed about this, so when on the bus I used to keep my car keys in my hand so they’d be visible to the other passengers. Just so they’d know I could actually drive, y’know 🙄

I cringe when I think back to this! I’m sure nobody even noticed, because why would they, but I get that hot feeling of embarrassment whenever I recall it 😳

Anyone else look back at things you used to do and think wtf was I thinking?!

🤣 amazing!

I would marry you based off this alone.

I was listening to a podcast today and they mentioned the ice bucket challenge.

OMG I cringed for my 10 years ago self. I can't believe we all fell for this nonsense (I mean by all means give to charity but dont feel compellled to make a comple eejit of yourself!).

Haven't been on Facebook for years now so thankfully no chance of me being tempted to fall for this type of idiocy 😆

@Allthatwegotisthispalebluedot
@DecisionFatigue

I'm honoured. And disappointingly less unhinged these days.

Still not been a bride though. Sniff.

I used to think TWAW.

Fell in Love with a Punk, real neon green Mohican / DM boots and turn ups - the Lot!
I desperately wanted to be as cool as him so started to dress similar, I studied the Clash and Sex pistols and dyed my hair just like Blondie's.
BF had an 'Anarchy in the UK' T-shirt so I bought a plain red satchel and scribbled the same on my bag in big black marker pen. Anyway, I was stopped by a TV crew outside Camden Town tube station and live on air was asked to explain what my bag meant. I HAD NO IDEA what Anarchy meant and thought it was just a Song.
Must have been 15/16 at the time - cringe so hard when I think of that situation

I’m also with you on the FB posts. I cringe so much at what I used to post. Referring to myself as a third person and I posted whole albums of one night out. I deleted FB 5 years ago now and I’m so glad I did 😩

Phenomenal! 😂

Sorry that was meant for the wedding dress/not wedding dress story. Phenomenal 👏👏👏

The weird Facebook thing of talking about yourself in third person. Cringe when pop up on memories

Before I clicked on I thought of facebook posts – the earnest ones, the political ones, the occasional cryptic PA shady one 🙈 CRINGE

@DecisionFatigue Just love this! Completely bonkers but I totally get it 😂😂😂

You are amazing

I fancied an older boy that lived on my road. He was a really cool rocker, long hair, leathers etc. he used to hang around outside my house & I used to blast "the doors", "Metallica" etc out the window & sit on the windowsill watching him! He must have thought I had a screw loose!

I wore bright red lipstick to take photos with champagne in the hot tub at one of those big Center Parcs houses 😳 it wasn't even that long ago. WTF was I thinking 😂.

He probably fancied you

Oh god, the fancy dress costumes of my youth - I went to one dressed as a 'woodland nymph' and another at uni as a native American woman (think plants, headdress with feather etc.) - I mean wtf was I thinking - so inappropriate, pretty racist really, I just cringe and am so embarrassed about it now.

When I was a teenager I used to try way too hard to seem quirky and quick witted... And even worse, I set about achieving by impersonating Lorelai Gilmore. Cringe so hard when I think about how I would talk away at top speed trying to say witty and weird things, I probably sounded unhinged. The worst thing is I actually was quirky and reasonably sharp, just not in that way. The irony of playing down my entire personality and replacing it with a more annoying one.

I think this is because the status box used to have ‘is’ in it- so every post was automatically ‘NAME IS ……..’

@SoOutingWhoCares that is a fantastic story…I love that you tried to make out like you just threw any old thing on.

@Woopooh did anyone comment on the coat hanger?!

The Facebook statuses are so cringe because I realise now how territorial my then-boyfriend was. If anyone (male) from my work commented on anything, he would always comment too, just as a reminder that I had a boyfriend. I don’t think I quite saw it for what it was at the time, but now when anything pops up I don’t know whether to feel embarrassed for him as he was so jealous or me for putting up with it! Thankfully I’m a lot less naive these days!

Properly, intensely make out with boys on the dance floor of the club. Before everyone had camera phones! It makes me cringe to think that was in front of so many people I knew.

I was one of the tallest girls at school in my year, l remember trying to shrink myself so l didn't stand out as much by developing a strange pose.
Yet now l love my height and have a good posture.

Oh sooo many things 😬 Even just the classic posting the pictures with the vague captions when single to try to get a boy’s attention or posting things like my legs in the bath. This would have been on Snapchat rather than Facebook etc but the concept of that now just fills me with ‘oh god no’ 🤣 All just in the hope of a certain boy messaging you. It’s so obvious now whenever people post the selfies or those weird seductive pictures, you just cringe knowing they’re screaming out for attention 🙈

When I started my first job after Uni I was desperate to appear like a proper grown-up in front of my colleagues. So I used to buy The Times every day and sit in the break room at lunch ostentatiously reading the business section and poring over the page that has all the stocks/shares valuations in tiny font, pretending I was checking my non-existent investments.

It wasn’t even a financial type of job!