Things you used to do that now make you cringe!

[lifestooshorttodickaboutwithaubergines]

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?!

omg ASL!!! 😄😄😄

“he goes to a different school” 😁

Pre Facebook but I, too, had an imaginary boyfriend. He was called Steve and he rode a motorbike and was 17. Me and Steve had romantic walks along the river and he took me out to dinner every week. In reality, I was watching TV with mum and dad. I dumped Steve when a real boy (called Graham) asked me to the youth club disco.

The local college did a fashion show for their art students, so very much just normal girls walking down a cobbled together catwalk. But at the time I watched a lot of America’s Next Top Model and so was giving very serious commentary on it like they were real models and like I even vaguely knew what the fuck I was talking about.

I genuinely think about it at least once a year and cringe, I would have sounded like the absolute biggest twat. Luckily I also remember that no one was paying me any attention 😅

So, so, many mortifying and shameful things. I was at art college in 1977 if that is any excuse.

I raided my Grandma's attic and wore all her furs, I even had a fox fur with a head and legs, I thought that I was so cool.

I used to hard boil eggs in a saucepan, then make coffee with the hot water.

I was in a “rock” band at school. I played bass guitar very badly. I cringe to think what it must’ve sounded like!

I remember when I was 15/16 and my first ever boyfriend didn't treat me very nicely. He dumped me all the time and I'd write him letters about how much I loved him and how heartbroken I was. I cringe even thinking about it! This was about 20 years ago.

Once, out of pure desperation to get some attention from him, I made up a lie that I was moving to Australia with family hoping he'd beg me not to and realise that I was his soulmate. It didn't work.

I left him after a few years of this and he is not someone I'd touch with a barge pole, his life is a bit of a mess. After splitting up for a few years he'd beg me back

I saved my Nokia 3210 number is 'Ben' on my phone and would occasionally send myself text messages from my 'boyfriend'. I was 16 and at all girls school. I could probably count on one hand the number of boys my age I had spoken to.

I joined Facebook in 2007, but thankfully a good few years ago I deleted most of the old posts from my Facebook so I no longer see them and most of my photos are now hidden. I got worried about my/ my kids digital footprint. Anyway, when I was a teen I used to draw a Marilyn Monroe mole on my face and on some nights out it would smudge. All night I’d be asking my best friend if my mole had smudged. Makes me cringe.

In my last year of school I was seeing a guy from a completely different culture to me. For this reason it had to be a secret, in the sense that his family could not know.
We decided it would be a brilliant idea if I made myself a fake name, and studied the culture in extreme detail so that when I was inevitably questioned by his mother as to who I was (on the phone) I was able to answer some pretty gruelling questions that I otherwise would not have known.
I think about this moment to this day, and still want the ground to swallow me up.

I hate to think how much worse Facebook Memories would be if camera phones had been a 'thing' when I was doing my a-levels or at Uni 😆

I think my Worst Me was probably smoking Ziganov black or multicoloured cigarettes in a long holder while dressed as a goth but having grown up in a Naice Middle Class rural family and not actually owning any goth clothes or knowing where to shop for them (and being too fat to shop at most high street stores like Top Shop) so cobbling together black/monochrome outfits from places like Evans and M&S. I must have looked like a middle aged drag queen.

Op at least a rock band is 'cool'! I set up a pokemon fan club in the school playground that was really cringe worthy. I made us all little membership cards and on Fact Fridays we got to all share our favourite Pokémon facts.

@bakewellbride how many members did you have?!

This is brilliant, are you still running the club? I'd love to join 🤣

I did the usual teenage girl thing of stalking boys I fancied at school, hanging around near their houses etc, at 14/15ish.
At 17ish when my best friend had a boyfriend and I didn't, I took to writing to my celebrity crush (the Radio One DJ Gary Davies) telling him all my woes and signing the letters Miss Anonymous. WTF was I thinking! 😂

I wrote a poem about my teenage spots. Then made my best friend read it.

I went through a stage of ironically being obsessed with the powerpuff girls - at the age of 14.

I had one of those posters that said "boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them."

I had a diary and wrote a dozen excruciating pages on the event of my first kiss. Given the above, it's perhaps not a surprise that didn't happen until I was 16.

@namelessnameface @lifestooshorttodickaboutwithaubergines not many members, maybe 4 or 5. It gets worse, I generously gave everyone one day a week off and genuinely thought they'd all be so excited to do Pokémon stuff on the other 4 weekdays. Obviously kids found that too full on and dropped out then about 3 weeks later the club was no more. God I was unbearable 😂

Oh my god so many things. I cringe my arse off when I think about my younger self. The worst thing to think about is how I idolised the fashion sense of the twins from Sister Sister. It was my favourite programme and I tried to copy the outfits, right down to the weird tam o'shanter type hats. I must have looked a sight.

🤣 you showed potential.... are you in a management
( bossy ) type of role now 😁

@itsmylife7 haha no I'm a sahm

@bakewellbride well I'm sure your organisation skills will be used a lot. 😁

I used to wear a watch on my ankle. I thought it made me quirky and interesting. Oh the shame.

@NaturalStudy this is hilarious! Imagine if someone asked you the time and you had to cock your leg to see!

My first boyfriend moved with his family to America when we were 16, we did long distance for while but then he broke up with me. I was heartbroken and naturally decided that the only way to heal would be to handwrite him cringy poems and ansty letters in poorly executed fancy calligraphy. Fine, so far so normal. Except I then cut the poems and letters up into individual words, put all these tiny pieces of paper with single words in a big metal box, and mailed them to his house in America.

Cannot for the life of me imagine what the fuck I was thinking. Imagine receiving a big metal box full of tear-stained confetti with crap like "beloved" and "forevermore" scrawled on them. To his credit he was very nice about it, probably relieved at this final proof he'd made the right call!

Sat on the Photocopier and sent an imagine of my fanny to the editor of the school magazine as exhibit for picture of the month. And signed it from deputy head mistress.