Ugh...
 

Have you ever been doing something, and then your mind starts to wander, and suddenly your stream of consciousness smacks into a long forgotten, and properly forgotten, memory of you doing something that, in hindsight, you just hate yourself for?

I was talking to my friend about music, and we got around to talking about the Beatles and I suddenly remembered being about 9 years old, talking to my mom about history, and making a really, just truly horrific joke that basically revolved around a punchline of "And that's when the Rolling Stones crushed the Beatles!"

I can clearly remember being 9 and thinking that I was the shit for making my mom laugh, but flash to 10 years later and I literally cringed while writing that last sentence. I've got a little sideshow of freak memories clanging around my synapses that are like miniature Old Ones, biding their time until my threshold is weakest before unleashing an embarrassing dating misfortune or a misstep I know I'll never be able to take back. After they get out my only recourse is to inwardly mutter "Ugh..." and try and suppress it for another day.

Anybody else? I figure I'm not the only one afflicted with a variety of mediocre embarrassments.

Yeah you should feel ashamed... The Beatles are way better than the Rolling Stones...

Oh man, I do that all the freakin' time. I honestly suck at forgetting bad things.

I'm confused that doesn't seem like a bad memory at all.

Edit: I mean if it was a pun it wasn't that bad of a pun I don't... I don't really know what's going on.

Title™ of the song.
 

Dude, I do that entirely too often, usually leaving me launching into a tirade of derogatory/unkind words to myself. I mean, some things are so embarrassingly stupid, I cringe, like, unable to work properly for several minutes while mentally hitting myself in the head, wishing I'd ceased to exist at that time.

...God I'm glad I work night shift some times...

Thankfully, those times are few and far-separated.

Yes, all the fucking time!

I hate my memory, the sooner they invent memory modifications and it becomes a sanctioned operation the better.

Of course I remember bad puns. That's how I'm able to inflict them on other people.

For the issue of remembering stupid stuff from when you were young - you were young. You didn't know any better. It's not that big of a deal. Chances are, in ten years when you've grown even more, you're going to look back on other stuff - possibly even this thread - and think it was the stupidest thing you could have possibly done. It's a part of life.

This happens to me far too often.
Usually they sneak in when I'm not really thinking about anything in particular, like brushing my teeth. Thankfully this means there's almost never anyone around, as I generally try and get past it by closing my eyes tightly, clenching my teeth and putting my hand over my forehead.
The whole thing's like a big "Don't do anything stupid, because there's a chance you'll remember it for the rest of your damn life, like that thing."

Fuck, you're asking me to explain why my infinitely random mind worms dig into my embarrassment factor? I'm well aware that the inane shit I spouted as a sugar high pre-tween should have no bearing on my psyche today, but that's not stopping the inherent Ugh-factor from kicking in each time the subject of classic rock rolls around.

Also, in case it isn't clear, this isn't a thread to revel in, you know, bad memories, like life changing disasters or depressing moments. It's more of an online support group for people afflicted with memories from when they were 12 and socially retarded and prone to speaking whatever the first thing that came into their mind was, and now flash forward a couple of years when higher brain function and hindsight kicks in and you wish you could trade all of your earthly possessions just to erase your mild gaffe from the history of existence.

In fact, now that I think of it, even if I could go back in time and eradicate the seeds of all my little mind worms I wouldn't be a different person. Erasing some groaner pun I told my mom wouldn't alter my autobiography in the slightest, but would let me live my life free of ever thinking about it again.

I guess, if I had to make a definition, that what makes an Ugh-moment different from a bad memory is how utterly inconsequential it turns out to be in the long run. Some mistakes or ill chosen words don't serve to build character or reinforce personality, they just happen to make sure that you always remember them afterward.