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I'm still dealing with flashbacks of cringe, cringing at the fear of what could be labeled cringe

Oooo… hard to beat the Hakka.

It’s one of those things who’s cringe actually transcends its own cringe.
Like the Hakka itself isn’t as bad as the ability for one to do it with complete confidence, where immense shame should exist.

I don't really give thought to what other people do.

One time I received a compliment on my dancing at our high school prom, and proceeded to bust a more advanced move. It resulted in terror when my 3 friends watching, including a queen nominee, simultaneously turned around and walked away from me to stew in my own stupidity.

That's the kind of stuff that creeps under my skin once every so often. Know what I mean?

I don't even know what the hakka is.