Can you talk about some of the things you ve experienced that others are ashamed of?

It's just that I haven't taken the fourth-level exam several times, and others have already passed the sixth-level exam, so I feel really ashamed.

It's a shame that I was admitted to the graduate school that so many people wanted, but I didn't study hard and had no motivation.

When I was a child, I cheated on the exam at the same table, I didn't think about making a cheat sheet, he threw it to his brother after the exam was copied, and accidentally threw the cheat sheet on my desk, it just so happened that the teacher turned around and saw that there was a cheat sheet on my desk, and then I did 0 points to deal with, and now I still feel sorry for me at the same table.

When I was a junior, I once went to a restaurant to eat, I forgot to pay when I left, and I had left 2 miles, so I remembered that I immediately turned around and went back, when the boss saw me, the expression on his face was very surprised, he said that there are too few honest people like me this year, I said that I am a child of a poor family, I know that it is not easy to make money, and I will not do things with a clear conscience, the boss is very happy, and invited me to have a big meal.

When I was a child, my mother gave me pocket money to not let me spend it indiscriminately, but I always secretly bought popsicles to eat, and once I had diarrhea, my mother asked if I was stealing popsicles, and I didn't admit it, I just didn't eat it.

The teacher asked him to hand in a plan, but his roommate pushed it away for some reasons, because this matter was unpleasant, and later I found out that it was because I was not feeling well in those days.

I am ashamed to learn to drive once, but I still can't pass subject 2 after trying several times.

When I slept at home, a child who was several years younger than me had already gotten up early to work to support the family.

Once in class, the teacher asked who had just spoken, and only a few of my classmates stood up honestly, but I had just spoken, but I didn't dare to stand up.

When I was a child, I was ignorant, I stole 20 yuan from my family, and then went to buy snacks, and 20 yuan was a big expense for my family at that time.

The thing that made me ashamed was that many people had good expectations for me at that time, but I still didn't get good grades.

Makes me feel ashamed. One thing is that a sanitation worker said to me, you go quickly, the girl was following you, and then I thought he was lying to me, and then I was really ashamed.

Most of the speakers on stage were boys, telling about their experiences of catching thieves or fugitives in the subway, which was thrilling and exciting, and the applause rose and fell with each other.

3. The gift that your lover gave you accidentally lost During your relationship, your lover loves you very much. Every big and small festival, the other party will always give some gifts to themselves. Perhaps, I am used to getting them, so I don't know how to cherish these gifts.

Once, I lost a very important gift, and I felt very ashamed at that time.

So, what is there that makes you ashamed? I might as well share it with you.

In the past, when I threw out the garbage, I just threw it away, and I didn't care whether I threw it in or not. But then I was very ashamed to see the sanitation workers cleaning a little bit.

Yes, many times I feel very ashamed because of many involuntary reasons, such as someone complaining to me about why there is more money and less money after payroll, and for example, because of the lack of personnel, I often arrange a person to do a job that is not my own job, and I feel very sorry afterwards, and I always feel very guilty every time I ask my parents for money.

Sometimes, when I saw my parents in trouble, I couldn't help them because I had to take care of them, and I felt very incompetent at this time, so I was ashamed.

I've had experiences where I feel ashamed. I used to bump into my dad when I was a teenager, and I sensed that he was angry, but I just hated it then, and now I think about it with shame and regret.

I think it's a shame to have the following real cases: (Here are the real cases).

I am born in the 80s and have four children in our family. In an era when we vigorously advocated "only one good child", our family was called the "super guerrilla". While my dad was working as a casual worker, my mom set up a stall and started some small businesses.

Because there are so many children, my mom can't take care of them. I remember in the winter of first grade, my sister and I had lice on our heads. At first we washed our hair with vinegar and then bought some medicine for head lice, but we couldn't stop them.

Eventually, my mom cut off my sister's braids and shaved off my hair. In one class, the Chinese teacher said that hats were not allowed in class, which affected the class. At that time, I was very nervous, and I was afraid that my classmates would laugh at me.

Because I was sitting at the very edge of the first row, the teacher didn't notice me, so I was sad when a homeroom teacher turned around and knocked on my hat. My bald head was exposed to the class, causing the class to burst into laughter. Tears rolled in my eyes.

I'm ashamed, I really want to find a hole to drill into. Since then, I have been afraid to speak to my classmates for a long time.

When I was a child, I was most afraid of bathing, especially in winter. Summer is good and you can bathe in a basin of water. However, winter will not work.

There was no heating in the house, so we had to go to the bathhouse to take a bath. Because my family is very poor, I only take a shower once every month or two. My mom was holding my brother and taking me and my sister.

There is a height line to buy a ticket at the entrance to the bathroom. If you cross the line, you have to buy a ticket. My mom always let me fish with my sister in the water.

When she bought the tickets, we all snuck over. However, the aunt who bought the ticket had a keen eye. When she saw us, she immediately opened her voice:

Ah, ah, just the two of you, buy tickets, buy tickets! How tall are they and want to sneak in? This loud voice immediately grabbed everyone's attention.

My sister and I lowered our heads, feeling the stares and ridicule from all sides, if at all. I was really ashamed and resentful of my mother. Why?

Why is this always the case? However, I also knew my mother's helplessness. If it weren't for saving some money, who would let themselves and their daughter suffer in the eyes of others?

If we can really reflect on ourselves from the heart, we can continue to understand ourselvesAnd have a clear idea of which habits I didn't start and which ones are new ones that I have developed. You have to constantly correct yourself so that your spiritual practice creates a sense of certainty and fulfillment. So these two real-life cases are things that make people feel ashamed.

The above is a personal opinion.

If you are not allowed to eat cold or spicy, it should be really good to you.

That's right, good friend, ignore it and don't care.

There are a lot of words, sudden blushing that can't be spoken.

I've been through a lot of shameful things.

It should be a lack of concern for good friends.

Once on the bus, I took headphones all the way, arrived at the station, and when I walked to the exit, the two people in front of me also got off the station, but I couldn't do it slowly, because the quality of the driver uncle in my hometown was not high, and the patience was not enough, so the slow swallowing would definitely be directly closed and pulled to the next stop, so I couldn't help but be anxious: can you hurry up! When I finally got off the bus, I turned my head to look at the passenger ...... who had just slowed downThen, to my great shame, I turned my head and saw a man with a visibly disabled eye, who was moving slowly on the flat ground with a cane. ‍‍

Yesterday, I saw a big brother who was nearly forty years old in the Beijing subway memorizing words one by one. I don't know how difficult it is if I don't experience it myself. ‍‍

I once, when I was doing pushing, I met a cold grandfather who didn't speak, just waved his hand while smoking, I think this is really unqualified, look down on people and refuse others should also say a word, and then through his little grandson only to know that grandpa is a deaf and dumb person, and he doesn't want to trouble others to wave his hand, I feel ashamed. ‍‍

It was probably when I was in the first or second grade of elementary school. At that time, my home was next to the school, and there were always people selling snacks at the door after school. At that time, I had little pocket money, so I stood at the door with my brother and watched.

Finally, I saw a five-cent bill next to the snack, and after thinking about it for a long time, I pretended to bend down to pick the snack, and my hand just pressed on the money and took it in my hand. I clearly remember that I used the stolen money to buy a pack of plum meat. After that, I always wanted to change money but didn't dare.

More than 20 years have passed, and the old woman who set up the stall is probably gone, but this incident has become an eternal shame in my heart. ‍‍

One day, I bought a large box of red dates, and on the way home from the company, I was walking to the subway entrance, the box was broken, and the red dates were scattered all over the ground. During the rush hour after work, the subway was full of people, and when I hurriedly picked up all the red dates back to the box, I found that the grandmother next to me who was squatting and begging every day was also picking up my red dates. I thought she was going to snatch my dates, so I picked them up faster.

However, I misunderstood her, and she put the dates back in my box after she put them together. She was just kind enough to help me, and I unconsciously worsened her. The subway was full of people that day, and she was the only one who helped me pick it up.

Every time I think about it, I feel ashamed. ‍‍

When I was in elementary school, I experienced a "bullying" incident. A few gangsters in the class coerced a feminine male classmate into the school's newly renovated school building, and I happened to come back from outside and saw it, but I didn't tell the teacher at that time, thinking that more was better than less. The next day, the classmate transferred to another school, and the gangsters were criticized by the school notice.

At that time, I was really ashamed that I didn't stand up to help him. ‍‍

Before my son was born, I had already chosen his name. But what kind of milk name is louder, it gives me a headache until my son is over the full moon. One day after work, my wife said to me:

The son's milk name is gone, and his name is Dongdong. "Before I could refute the common name. The wife added:

Mom fetched it. I was displeased: "What's the matter with your mother, giving such a name!"

My wife explained, "Don't worry, it's not my mom who named it, it's your mom." I told my mother yesterday, you can give your grandson a milk name, save something else, you can't tell.

At the time, I was ashamed. ‍‍

When I was in junior high school, we had a special classmate in my class. He wears hearing aids and often can't hear people clearly. For this reason, he often slept in class (he couldn't hear what the teacher was saying, and he had to sit in the classroom, which was me and I was sleepy), which caused him to be at the bottom of the class.

Under such circumstances, everyone in our class discriminated against him. I remember that our English teacher and homeroom teacher placed him in a special position next to the podium in the name of allowing him to hear more clearly. However, this did not change his results.

Studying in school is like a snowball, when you start to understand at first, you will become more and more incomprehensible later. That student didn't come to the sermon at first because he couldn't hear clearly, and even if he sat in the nearest position to the podium, it didn't help. In this way, this classmate has become an outlier in our eyes.

We always use him as fodder for ridicule in our daily conversations. I remember one time, the classmate's grandmother came to the school to find her grandson sitting in a special seat, felt that it was being treated unfairly, and asked our homeroom teacher to theorize. In the end, the head teacher couldn't resist her and transferred the classmate back to his normal seat.

Afterwards, we felt that the old woman was unreasonable. Looking back on myself and my classmates now, I feel extremely ashamed. We isolated that classmate as if he were a joke.

He spent three years in school in such an environment, endured discrimination from others, and even the pursuit of fair treatment turned into vexatiousness.

Since falling out of love at the end of last year, the state has been wrong, and the depression has been repeated. My temperament has changed, and I am silent. All day long, he refuses to go along with the world.

When I went home, I had a cold face and said very little. I don't keep in touch with my friends at home. There were a lot of things last year, and my parents knew that I had been wronged, so they followed me and lowered their posture in everything.

Either I didn't speak, or I became more and more out of proportion. One day at lunch, I arrogantly accused my mother of not doing a good job. My mother suddenly asked timidly, girl, have you been outside for a long time and can't come back to see me and your father.

To tell the truth, I was poked in my heart at that time, it was very uncomfortable, seeing my mother lower her posture so much, I couldn't use all I had, I was like a balloon that had been deflated. Most importantly, my shame was that my mom was right. Looking back, the little achievements I had were actually nothing, and my parents still had to look at their faces.

I always say that I have to work hard, I want to succeed, and I want to be a master, because I am afraid that my parents will be wronged by outsiders, but in fact, the grievances are all given by me. It's really ugly if you have a temper and don't have enough skills. After that day, I forcibly softened myself, at least to my own people, and no longer had a temper.

I'm not a good person to show love, but it's okay, I have a conscience.