Don't really know if I qualify for the raffle nor do I care about the prize, or if mmos counts as social media but I hope it does because this is a "fun" story.
Me, a friend and a group of non-friends decided to play an mmo that's dead now.
We all got early access to it and got all the good names, (i.e tetra, triangle, explorer, those names)
So what name do I pick? Well "yours".
As it turns out another guy in the group of not-friends had picked the name "your".
and we were supposed to play together. When we meet up some guy said "did you name yourself yours "
Needless to say it got really fucking awkward and I promptly made a new account with a better name.
I still cringe to this day.
I used to be really manipulative on websites like Tumblr and Twitter when I was a teenager, constantly taking situations and blowing them out of proportion for asspats. That entire portion of my life - which I luckily don't remember that well - was pretty bad. So when actually serious stuff happened, nobody cared because I pulled that shit all the time. Thankfully I've (hopefully?) mellowed out.
I avoid SM like it's AIDS so I'm stealing my BF's anecdote here. (If you are reading this you-know-who-you-are, make an account here or fight me IRL). Anyway, bf has a cringey youger brother, but was also facebook friends with said brother. Didnt really understand how facebook works (this was like over a decade ago but still, really dude?) Made a detailed post about how his brother was a wigger. Fortunately they live 1000 miles apart.
I've had supporter status since ye olde cwcki forum days so this is for free: I one time had a facebook, which led to my stalker ex going mental and flying out to my state to confront me because she saw I was engaged. After that I vowed to never social media again, and I did not. That is all.
For second hand embarrassment, a former step-relative, aged 17 at the time, posted the following: "How sick is this? Having sex with the one you say you love and thinking of someone else" Posted in front of all her family and friends, her boyfriend obviously had been cheating and the whole thing was such a mess.
Once had my mum post and tag me in a picture of 13 year old me drinking alcohol in our garden. This lead to me furiously ringing her to remove it as I had a lot of colleagues on Facebook back then. Further mum cringe was a video from her hen do where she was drunk and sexy dancing while a female friend of hers groped her. Another of her friends posted the video for the world to see (my stepdad found it hilarious, btw)
Personally, my most awkward moment was when a guy I went to school with added me on Facebook a couple of years after we left school. He'd lost some weight and had a decent enough job and I guess expected me to fall over myself for him? He was sending me messages full of bravado and such, as well as confessing to having liked me for years when we were in school. He wouldn't take no for an answer and I removed him from my friend list. Then had to block him. I'm somewhat dreading the eventual school reunion.
This was a trillion years ago, back when Facebook was still a new thing. I used it for probably six months (afterwards I got bored and closed it), and during that time my mother, who was the asphyxiatingly overprotecting type, would stalk my profile and get angry if I unfriended her, thinking I was hiding something. I didn't give a damn since I only posted songs and pictures of my cats.
Then I once posted a Mayhem song without giving it any second thought, and went out for a while, leaving my phone at home.
(At that time smartphones weren't a thing, by the way, and we all had clunky boring pieces of plastic with no apps or things like that, so it was incredibly easy to just forget your phone at home, especially if you didn't really text that much or were on a prepaid contract that was worth 10 texts at most.)
Anyway, as you can imagine this was a bad idea.
I came back to around fifty notifications on FB, and probably 10 missed calls from my mom. She had commented on the post asking if I was feeling suicidal, to not take any extreme measures, that she loved me, that I wasn't picking up the phone and she was very scared, that there were still reasons for living, et cetera. All publicly, and obviously all of my family saw it and also lost their respective shits.
My mom wasn't home then, and when I called her she told me she was on her car driving around the neighborhood trying to find me because she "feared the worst had happened".
Holy fucking shit, mother.
She came home and cried and told me she was so happy that I hadn't "done anything crazy", and hugged me until I couldn't breathe. In hindsight it was kind of cute.
We did have to call every terrified family member of ours to calm them down after that huge scene online, though.
Apparently she had googled the band and saw Dead's suicide photo, saw the whole shitstorm about Count Grishnackh and the burnt down churches, and just went full "where did I go wrong".
Seeing her so relieved when she saw me was still pretty nice, so in the end it was all okay.
When I was 14 I had a tumblr. I recently checked it to see my about page and apparently I decided I was a poly bigender (female and nonbinary) and asexual. Now that in itself is bad, but the highlight of that was that I identified as Captain Falcon-kin.
FML. I really wish I remembered the password to it so I could finally delete it...
I was a huge spazz as a teenager, and coupled that with being a huge shipper and was too emotionally-attached to them at the time and you get cringey as fuck posts and comments on fanfics and shit complete with smilie spams, and that included e-mails (sorry, Grandma ). Would constantly get into arguments (almost qualified as flame wars, almost) about characters and who they'd shack up with and I'm surprised I didn't get into trouble more with forum mods and stuff. I was even OP of a thread for a particular ship and it got some decent traffic, but I acted like a hyperactive bunny with no filter hopped up on crack so I have no clue how it was anyone tolerated me.
Thank God Tumblr wasn't around at the time. I didn't even know LiveJournal existed, so who knows what shenanigans I'd have gotten into there in my immaturity.
The only time facebook has ever creeped me right the fuck out was when a dude I absolutely loathed from an old RP site popped up in my 'Suggested Friends'. How did Facebook know I knew this guy, who I hadn't thought of in ten years and had no contact info for?
The only guess I have is that he had my contact, which he imported, and facebook itself cut him out of the loop by directly asking me if we were friends.
To this day I regularly browse those suggestions. Probably superstition, but...
When I first made a facebook account sometime in 2003 or so, my profile picture was me in a Good Charlotte shirt fanning out a hand of yugioh cards in front of my face with the most super cool edgy serious expression I could manage. Couple this with the fact that I had major orthodontia and headgear at the time. Then I got bored and forgot all about facebook until a couple years later when I remembered I had an account, saw my profile, died internally and deleted everything into oblivion.
I once had a plot to make a go fund me for free bux to get to America and I had used my at the time friends likeness as the sob story figure head, when I linked it and realized it had hadn't deleted the image of him I almost died.
Ended up being a great laugh and introduction into the world of psychopathy atleast