TIFU by letting my dad borrow my phone to search something up

This happened a few years ago and I still cringe thinking about it.

So my dad and I were just chilling at home, watching TV, when he asks me to look something up on my phone. Nothing unusual, happens all the time. He wanted to check the score of some game or find a restaurant, something completely normal and boring.

Here's the thing. I was a teenager with zero media literacy and absolutely no concept of consequences. I had been using Chrome on my phone and never once thought about the fact that your most visited sites show up as little thumbnails the moment you open a new tab. And my bookmark collection was... let's say curated. Enthusiastically curated.

I hand him the phone, he opens Chrome, and before he even types a single letter — there it is. Bold as the sun. A Pornhub thumbnail with a video title that left absolutely zero room for interpretation. And it wasn't just one bookmark. There were several. A whole row. A collection I had been building for months with what I can only describe as dedication to the craft.

The silence lasted maybe two seconds but felt like a full semester.

He slowly looks up at me. I am already deceased on the inside. He doesn't say a word. Just clears his throat, types what he needed, hands the phone back and goes back to watching TV like nothing happened.

No conversation. No lecture. Nothing. Just that look. The look of a man who learned something about his son that he never asked to know.

To this day we have never spoken about it. I think we both agreed without words to take this one to our graves.

TL;DR: Handed my dad my phone to search something, Chrome opened to a new tab and immediately exposed my entire Pornhub bookmark collection. He said nothing. The silence was worse than any punishment.