I was asked to post this thread. I have a number of these in my upcoming NYT best seller memoir. I’ve copied one of the more mild ones below, and encourage others to share similar cringe hijinks:
It was the first day of the summer after 8th grade, and I had convinced my mother to take me to the library. The purpose of this visit was to acquire literature relating to my latest obsession: ants. I at first attempted to find an “adult book” on the subject but, failing to successfully navigate the Dewey Decimal System, I quickly went to the familiar children’s section. I cobbled together all of the books they had on ants, including some that were particularly childish. At the top of the pile was a bright green book with a drawing of an anthropomorphic ant on the cover.
As I went to find my mother, I heard someone calling my name. Turning around, I saw two girls from school that I was friends with approaching. I quickly tried to reshuffle my pile of books, but all that did was draw even more attention to the stack. The ensuing conversation was painful.
“Whatcha’ got there?”
“Oh I uh…”
“Oh um…ants…that’s cool…”
“yeah uhh they are really interesting”
I could see the emotions on their faces rapidly shift from friendly curiosity, to confusion, to bemused disbelief, and finally to contempt as they took in the situation.
“…well have a good summer.”
I never heard from either of them again
