This.I don't think I've kept any real secrets. My life's mostly an open book.
You don't know how this works. You use an anonymous e-mailer so no one knows it's you. Then Gusto posts them, and no one knows it's you. Confession is good for the soul.Well, I've got plenty of secrets. And do you know why they're secret? Because I don't tell anyone about them!
So yeah, count me out. Sorry man.
If two people know a secret, it is no longer a secret.Well, I've got plenty of secrets. And do you know why they're secret? Because I don't tell anyone about them!
So yeah, count me out. Sorry man.
So you're gonna clean it up then, right? 'Cause I ain't doing it.Okay, I admit it! I confess!
It was me.
I did it. It was me all along.
Whew! I feel so much better, now!
.I once stole 200 dollars from my best friend while she was away. I did it because I needed some extra spending money.
I think one of my cousins is hot.
Actually, I think that's a Jerry Lee Lewis reference.I have received the obligatory Johnny Cash reference.
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I think one of my cousins is hot.
The cousin one I assume is legit and not a reference.I once shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
I'm severely terrified about coming out to my family. My brother's already know about my sexuality, but no one in my family knows other than them. It's sort of fucking with me. And I really want to come out to them so they can meet my boyfriend. I feel ashamed because I feel like I'm hiding him, and he doesn't deserve that. But still, it's really frightening.
Confession: people often don't get my jokes.No I mean someone sent me:
The cousin one I assume is legit and not a reference.I once shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
This may sound weird, but the secret is olive oil and mayonnaise.
The things you can do with your lover with this, is SICK.
I don't think I've kept any real secrets. My life's mostly an open book.
There's a chinese philosophy that goes something like this:
If there is a thing that you do not wish others to know that you have done, do not do it.
.I think the majority of people on the forum are pathetic. But I still keep reading because it makes me feel great about my life.
.I wet the bed every once in awhile up until my freshmen year in high school. I tried numerous different medications. Everything from bladder control medication to nasal spray to make me sleep lighter, nothing worked. The only method that works for me is to stop drinking anything 4 to 5 hours before bed.
This is a bad idea.I sometimes want to kill myself...just to see what is feels like. The only thing that stops me is I don't want hurt my family.
.Sometimes I have dreams in which I cheat on my girlfriend. A fictional girl will always blackmail me into it. I wake up extremely turned on but feeling guilty.
Sounds kinda fun!I was arrested when I was thirteen for breaking into the Canadian National Rail yard in Peterborough, Ontario and taking a locomotive engine for a joyride.
*purposely leaves obvious joke untold*Whenever I post a picture of myself on Halforum, I photoshop myself to look younger.
NO, that wasn't me.*purposely leaves obvious joke untold*Whenever I post a picture of myself on Halforum, I photoshop myself to look younger.
Not an Icarus joke, I hope...*purposely leaves obvious joke untold*Whenever I post a picture of myself on Halforum, I photoshop myself to look younger.
I think ZenMonkey is pretty cool and would like to chat with her and be internet buds, but I'm pretty sure she hates me.
Don't hurt yourself.I'm purposefully destroying myself, and while I know that isn't good, I don't care enough to do anything about it.
It's true. I totally, totally hate you.I think ZenMonkey is pretty cool and would like to chat with her and be internet buds, but I'm pretty sure she hates me.
oh I wish she was jessie's girlI want to fuck my best friend's girlfriend.
If it ever was a funny joke (up for debate), I concur it's definitely kind of run into the ground at this point. Buuuut nothing ever really gets old here soI'm sick of Shego's killer persona. I think it has been really overdone, and what could be a funny joke if used sparsely has become annoying and repetitive.
My father revelaed to me about two weeks ago that he has had MS (Multiple Sclerosis) for three years now. He didn't tell me because he thought I might inform the CIA/arms corporations.
Every day I am a little bit closer to just fucking off or joining the french foreign legion or something. I don't even know anymore.
Go ahead and point out where this happened, please.It's more like a "let's laugh at the silly forumers' confessions and they can't yell at me for it cuz then they have to tell it was THEIR secret! LULZ!"
Point out a thread, ANY thread,where I ever liked you, please?Lol this is great. Everyone is all gung-ho until charlie don't surf takes over.
Go ahead and point out where this happened, please.It's more like a "let's laugh at the silly forumers' confessions and they can't yell at me for it cuz then they have to tell it was THEIR secret! LULZ!"
If you're doing an 'honest, true confuession' in this avenue, you're the dumbass. Sorry.My point is that an honest true confession that someone has been carrying around for possibly years does NOT need to be made fun off IN ANY WAY; lighthearted, in jest or otherwise. They feel bad enough as it is (THAT'S WHY IT'S A SECRET, DUMBASS!). Leave them for what they are.
I'm not sure if not being desired counts as a personal attackI want to have sex with every woman on the boards. Except Zen and Ame.
Point out a thread, ANY thread,where I ever liked you, please?Lol this is great. Everyone is all gung-ho until charlie don't surf takes over.
Go ahead and point out where this happened, please.It's more like a "let's laugh at the silly forumers' confessions and they can't yell at me for it cuz then they have to tell it was THEIR secret! LULZ!"
If you're doing an 'honest, true confuession' in this avenue, you're the dumbass. Sorry.[/QUOTE]My point is that an honest true confession that someone has been carrying around for possibly years does NOT need to be made fun off IN ANY WAY; lighthearted, in jest or otherwise. They feel bad enough as it is (THAT'S WHY IT'S A SECRET, DUMBASS!). Leave them for what they are.
I'm not sure if I'm relieved or insulted.I'm not sure if not being desired counts as a personal attackI want to have sex with every woman on the boards. Except Zen and Ame.
I'm not sure if I'm relieved or insulted.[/QUOTE]I'm not sure if not being desired counts as a personal attackI want to have sex with every woman on the boards. Except Zen and Ame.
That's a little creepy, IMO.I'm not sure if not being desired counts as a personal attackI want to have sex with every woman on the boards. Except Zen and Ame.
.as expected, Halforum takes a cute little bunny of an idea and smashes its pretty face in.
You're not better off lying to yourself about who you are because you're nervous what others think. Haters gonna hate. Don't let others' small-mindedness and bigotry keep you from being who you are.I think I might be bisexual. I began to realize this when I stopped looking at lesbian porn and instead observed girls sucking guys off, and suddenly felt that I wouldn’t mind being in either party’s position. I’m not sure what to make of this, because I have spent my entire life lusting after girls, only to find myself suddenly seeing guys in a new light. To be honest, it makes me nervous, especially now when I see a good looking guy, because I have no idea how to tell if someone is gay. Also, considering what the reactions would probably be if I told relatives IRL, I'm probably better off just sticking to girls at the moment.
I don't think I've kept any real secrets. My life's mostly an open book.
There's a chinese philosophy that goes something like this:
If there is a thing that you do not wish others to know that you have done, do not do it.
And the line blurs even farther between sexuality, Just thinking that something is hot or attractive may not be a core requirement for that sexuality. I tend to think of kissing as more intimant so for me I would ask if they wanted to kiss and be physically close with the person rather than watch porn or lust over them?I think I might be bisexual. I began to realize this when I stopped looking at lesbian porn and instead observed girls sucking guys off, and suddenly felt that I wouldn’t mind being in either party’s position. I’m not sure what to make of this, because I have spent my entire life lusting after girls, only to find myself suddenly seeing guys in a new light. To be honest, it makes me nervous, especially now when I see a good looking guy, because I have no idea how to tell if someone is gay. Also, considering what the reactions would probably be if I told relatives IRL, I'm probably better off just sticking to girls at the moment.
It wasn't me, though it could have been. Love the video. One of my favorite scenes from that movie (not sure why other than Madeline Kahn is brilliant).It's true. I totally, totally hate you.I think ZenMonkey is pretty cool and would like to chat with her and be internet buds, but I'm pretty sure she hates me.
Pfft, you have no reason to believe I hate you. And seriously, to whoever thinks I do, try me. If we don't become buds at least we can clear up this idea that I hate you.It wasn't me, though it could have been.
Does there even need to be another reason? That clip never ever fails to make me laugh, even when I post it because I'm for real hating on something or someone.Love the video. One of my favorite scenes from that movie (not sure why other than Madeline Kahn is brilliant).
(Unless it's...you. Yes, you know who I'm talking about. In which case I do hate you and fuck off.)
Pfft, you have no reason to believe I hate you.It wasn't me, though it could have been.
You were serious? Dude. I don't hate you. Not even close.It's probably me reading between lines words that aren't there. I really need to not do crazy stuff like that!
Or it could just be that no one with access to the account is awake. It's 4:46am where I'm at and it's clearly going to be earlier in the central and western parts of the US. Give them until the morning.I guess the one I sent was deemed not to be real.
Yep, I enjoyed the first post, too.I was really enjoying this thread, before people started being idiots about it.
I often think that all the emotional pain and mental anguish I've had to deal with in my life has stunted my growth into an adult. I know overcoming ordeals is supposed to make you stronger as a person, but I can't seem to let go of all the pain in my life, even though I feel that doing it would help me move on in my life. It feels like the Pain is all I have and if I let it go, I'll have nothing. I just don't know what to do anymore... I always feel worthless and anything that I DO accomplish just makes me feel hollow, like I should have been able to do it much sooner.
*struggling not to say anything*While I respect the quality of the movie, I do not like the Godfather.
I have forgotten how to speak in sign language.
Every so often, I wish I was gay. One of my best friends of all time is a homosexual man, and we get along so well. I love him more than most other human beings I've ever known.
But every so often, when I try to think of him romantically, or sexually, it just doesn't go. I can't do it. And I'm fine that I could never go there. I don't feel bad for being straight, but it feels like we would have the fairytale relationship, if only I could think of him that way.
ugh.I want to see if a seriously deep dicking will turn Shego straight.
I feel the same way some times.I'm tired. I can't remember the last time I wasn't tired. And I'm scared of the world ahead. Its bleak and empty, odds are I'll be a paper pusher all my life, my life will amount to nothing. Just another link in the chain of bureaucracy.
I'm so tired, but I'm holding out. I just don't know why for.
I miss Chaz a bit. We didn't agree much, but I actually enjoyed reading his posts most of the time.
I can never fathom how people justify being such DICKS to each other. Or how they can somehow feel justified enough to defend their dickishness.
It's as though the untold millenia worth of philosophers and religious figures were all for naught.
I'm a Christian. I believe that the purpose of life involves serving God.
But during my long philosophical musings, I sometimes wonder if we've slightly overestimated God's power. If He were the tiniest bit less than omnipotent, everything would make so much more sense.
shut up MOMI'm gonna say kudos to Charlie though, he does make a good secret teller when he tries.
Thanks for being "The Voice" Charlie. Oh, and you need to sleep more, it's like 5am over here!
.I often think that all the emotional pain and mental anguish I've had to deal with in my life has stunted my growth into an adult. I know overcoming ordeals is supposed to make you stronger as a person, but I can't seem to let go of all the pain in my life, even though I feel that doing it would help me move on in my life. It feels like the Pain is all I have and if I let it go, I'll have nothing. I just don't know what to do anymore... I always feel worthless and anything that I DO accomplish just makes me feel hollow, like I should have been able to do it much sooner.
While I respect the quality of the movie, I do not like the Godfather.
I have forgotten how to speak in sign language.
Every so often, I wish I was gay. One of my best friends of all time is a homosexual man, and we get along so well. I love him more than most other human beings I've ever known.
But every so often, when I try to think of him romantically, or sexually, it just doesn't go. I can't do it. And I'm fine that I could never go there. I don't feel bad for being straight, but it feels like we would have the fairytale relationship, if only I could think of him that way.
I'm tired. I can't remember the last time I wasn't tired. And I'm scared of the world ahead. Its bleak and empty, odds are I'll be a paper pusher all my life, my life will amount to nothing. Just another link in the chain of bureaucracy.
I'm so tired, but I'm holding out. I just don't know why for.
I miss him too.I miss Chaz a bit. We didn't agree much, but I actually enjoyed reading his posts most of the time.
I can never fathom how people justify being such DICKS to each other. Or how they can somehow feel justified enough to defend their dickishness.
It's as though the untold millenia worth of philosophers and religious figures were all for naught.
I'm a Christian. I believe that the purpose of life involves serving God.
But during my long philosophical musings, I sometimes wonder if we've slightly overestimated God's power. If He were the tiniest bit less than omnipotent, everything would make so much more sense.
----------------------I wonder if I fucked myself over with this whole 'love and devotion' thing. I think I may have missed the boat on doing that one thing that would have made supremely happy but now I'm stuck in a spot where I'm happy sometimes just not in what I'm doing.
There's no way out either. No way I can easily do the things that would make me feel more complete.
I actually hate a friend of mine because they are living my dream right now.
I JUST POSTED MOST OF THESEGlad to see this is picking up. Will check the box again when I get home from work, but Chucky D might take over for me again.
PEACE
This.I've never understood the point of "internet lying" as it's just a bunch of anonymous people for the most part. Unless you're an immature child who thinks that other people's online opinion of them holds any weight.
Being honest online is one of the best things I like about posting on the forum or talking to people in general. Those come down on me for being "a persona" are the exact kind of people who just don't "get it" about being online.
And this! Damn, Shego's just full of being right.The best secrets are the ones you don't have to think about, but rather, have been gnawing at your conscious for years and just waiting for an outlet.....
You were serious? Dude. I don't hate you. Not even close.It's probably me reading between lines words that aren't there. I really need to not do crazy stuff like that!
Sorry to hear it Sera, it's the exact opposite that keeps me going at times.I sometimes wonder if my family was right about me and it erodes at my self esteem.
Fuck anonymity.
Yeah, eff anonymity. This one is me..I once stole 200 dollars from my best friend while she was away. I did it because I needed some extra spending money.
They're not.I sometimes wonder if my family was right about me and it erodes at my self esteem.
Fuck anonymity.
*sigh*wait you poop out golden eggs?
Yeah... Who knows, it might help to talk about it. Already anonymous on the internet, so what's the point?I'm purposefully destroying myself, and while I know that isn't good, I don't care enough to do anything about it.
You mean you don't?wait you poop out golden eggs?
I don't think I'll ever be a great writer. I'm happy, and I feel like that gets in my way somehow. My technique is excellent, but my words seem untrue. I don't know what to do. I wish I could say I wrote only for me (it is mostly for me) but the truth is I care. I want people to read what I've written and enjoy it in some way... laugh, cry, or find a simple moment of peace or enjoyment.
But I truly believe that it will never, ever happen for me.
I've had this too. And I thought it would never end until I fell in love with someone else.I've been in love with one of my best friends since high school. I've told her how I feel but she doesn't feel the same way and just wants to be friends. It kills me on the inside because I have never met anyone else who is as cool, funny, and smart as she is and it makes me feel like I will be alone for the rest of my life.
D'awwww.I have an crush on a certain non-USA citizen here. He's sweet and warm. He reminds me of someone from years ago.
I could/ and considered sending in this exact same secret.Here's a non-anonymous confession.
I often wish my dad would just drop dead. Painlessly, in his sleep, if possible. I would rather have my inheritance and some grief than the constant emotional trauma
I wish I could kick your dad's ass.Here's a non-anonymous confession.
I often wish my dad would just drop dead. Painlessly, in his sleep, if possible. I would rather have my inheritance and some grief than the constant emotional trauma.
I'm not at all proud of this. (And any well meaning forumites with advice: thanks, but don't bother. It's all been tried for years, it's all failed, the whole family's given up.)
You and Mr ZM. *hug* Thanks.I wish I could kick your dad's ass.
I don't think it's odd at all. I started over at the HP forum because I was bored while my husband was away. At least you have people to "talk" to who share your interests. It does help the time go by.No need for anonymity: Living through my wife being on two deployments was honestly, the second hardest thing I have ever had to do and it was a daily struggle to not be extremely depressed. Oddly enough, this place helped way more than anyone might think...
.I have two:
1) I think my family thinks I'm something of a monster. I was in a frowned upon relationship, nothing illegal, but certainly unusual. My brother made a joke about it in front of guests at a get together once and so I know that's just what he sees when he looks at me.
2) I sometimes question my own sexuality. I sometimes find myself wondering into shemale sections of porn sites. I know there's nothing wrong with that, but it's new to me because I'd think I should have a grasp on this by now.
During my worst depression four years ago (it has become an annual thing, but I can manage it now) I found out that my mother was worrying about me. She had consulted a local witch who had held rituals for me and sent a concoction for me to drink. Because of my great respect and love for my parents I went through with it, but I have silently judged my mother for her superstition ever since.
I'll hop on that non-anonymous confession train too. After 2 years of work I'm still teh chubbs.I definitely need to lose weight. Surprise surprise...
I'll hop on that non-anonymous confession train too. After 2 years of work I'm still teh chubbs.I definitely need to lose weight. Surprise surprise...
I'll hop on that non-anonymous confession train too. After 2 years of work I'm still teh chubbs.I definitely need to lose weight. Surprise surprise...
And we love you for it Dave.I have nothing to add. My life is pretty open.
And we love you for it Dave. [/QUOTE]I have nothing to add. My life is pretty open.
UGH philistine.While I respect the quality of the movie, I do not like the Godfather.
That's gotta be awkward! Just remember that even though you aren't romantically or sexually attracted to him, you can and do still love him dearly. Be sure to appreciate his friendship and show him how much you appreciate him being part of your life, and I'm sure you'll be fine.Every so often, I wish I was gay. One of my best friends of all time is a homosexual man, and we get along so well. I love him more than most other human beings I've ever known.
But every so often, when I try to think of him romantically, or sexually, it just doesn't go. I can't do it. And I'm fine that I could never go there. I don't feel bad for being straight, but it feels like we would have the fairytale relationship, if only I could think of him that way.
ftfythe crushes thread would be for asking somebody to tell ed i'd rondol her if she wasn't so old
Well, I don't need anonymity, I was in jail for two and a half weeks in the summer.MOAR
I could/ and considered sending in this exact same secret.[/QUOTE]Here's a non-anonymous confession.
I often wish my dad would just drop dead. Painlessly, in his sleep, if possible. I would rather have my inheritance and some grief than the constant emotional trauma
eh, it was a drunk post and felt kind of stupid/attention whore-y or something to post like that.Quick question, why'd you remove your earlier confession Charlie?
that BA should be enough to move on to an MBA if you so choose, and that'll net you some sweet ass jobs wrecking the economy while you profit.And my degree is utterly worthless too. Who gives a shit about a B.A in English Writing?
Having that piece of paper that says you may know something about what you studied is a good thing to have - even if it's something you may not totally like. My former manager had an English degree yet he did IT Network Support - companies like the fact that you have that piece of paper - looks "good" to the corporate types.Non-anonymous confession for me as well.
I really want to drop out of college. The whole experience is miserable, and I don't want to do it anymore. I'm supposed to be writing my essay now but I just can't. Every time I sit down to write I Just freak out and then go off to do something else.
And I know I shouldn't, and I probably won't drop out. But GODDAMN am sick of this. And my degree is utterly worthless too. Who gives a shit about a B.A in English Writing?
I just want to be done with this period of my life and move on.
Editing. You're in good for editing. I have an English major and it's the field I was picked up in.Non-anonymous confession for me as well.
I really want to drop out of college. The whole experience is miserable, and I don't want to do it anymore. I'm supposed to be writing my essay now but I just can't. Every time I sit down to write I Just freak out and then go off to do something else.
And I know I shouldn't, and I probably won't drop out. But GODDAMN am sick of this. And my degree is utterly worthless too. Who gives a shit about a B.A in English Writing?
I just want to be done with this period of my life and move on.
.I was 16, and I didn't want to take responsibility for my unborn child. We decided to get an abortion, even though I had always been against them. I regret it every day, and I'd do almost anything to go back and do it differently, but assholes who spout pro-life bullshit without having been in that situation themselves really piss me off.
My english degree is basically tacked up against my wall, but it's not completely useless. Just get your degree. Even if it is like a highschool diploma in this day and age.
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that said, hopefully the economy picks up so us B.A. carrying middle-men can get employed at offices again for having "people skills".
Perhaps it's time you came clean with your confession? :slywink:Should I be surprised that the Google Ads for this page show up as "Interracial Gay Dating"?
My english degree is basically tacked up against my wall, but it's not completely useless. Just get your degree. Even if it is like a highschool diploma in this day and age.
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that said, hopefully the economy picks up so us B.A. carrying middle-men can get employed at offices again for having "people skills".
Perhaps it's time you came clean with your confession? :slywink:[/QUOTE]Should I be surprised that the Google Ads for this page show up as "Interracial Gay Dating"?
In b4 shitstorm..I was 16, and I didn't want to take responsibility for my unborn child. We decided to get an abortion, even though I had always been against them. I regret it every day, and I'd do almost anything to go back and do it differently, but assholes who spout pro-life bullshit without having been in that situation themselves really piss me off.
Well, you have people who want to see you succeed, both here and probably in real life. I mean, look at how people here try to beat somebody into shape if they come with problems re: school or romance or seeking employment.Problem is, I have trouble with motivation at times and worry that perhaps I'll lose motivation partway through my path to my goal, lose my way, and end up at temporary jobs till I'm 50. Or that I'm already too old to really get into the profession at a young enough age.
In b4 shitstorm.[/QUOTE].I was 16, and I didn't want to take responsibility for my unborn child. We decided to get an abortion, even though I had always been against them. I regret it every day, and I'd do almost anything to go back and do it differently, but assholes who spout pro-life bullshit without having been in that situation themselves really piss me off.
In b4 shitstorm.[/quote].I was 16, and I didn't want to take responsibility for my unborn child. We decided to get an abortion, even though I had always been against them. I regret it every day, and I'd do almost anything to go back and do it differently, but assholes who spout pro-life bullshit without having been in that situation themselves really piss me off.
So you... choose... to not abort.I am Pro-Choice for society and Pro-Life personally.
Hey, person. I'm sorry that you had to make that tough decision, but you probably made the right one. I have never had to make that decision, and as a male, I'll never personally go through this, but I do know people who have, and it's always tough. I'm glad that the resources were available for you to be able to make the choice.I was 16, and I didn't want to take responsibility for my unborn child. We decided to get an abortion, even though I had always been against them. I regret it every day, and I'd do almost anything to go back and do it differently, but assholes who spout pro-life bullshit without having been in that situation themselves really piss me off.
So you... choose... to not abort.[/QUOTE]I am Pro-Choice for society and Pro-Life personally.
And Shego's heart grew three sizes that day.I thought of another one, a bit on the "bawww" side:
I'm actually afraid I love my GF. All this time I was in it for the "ease of life" that being with her provided. Life was easy for me, I never worried about much, I got everything I wanted out of it. The only times I wanted out, were times where I focused on, what now seems, insignificant issues (oh my god, she's not a gamer/sci-fi geek).
Recently I had a chance to experience life without her for a few days, and even get to date Gamer/SciFi girls..... I didn't do it. I spent 5 days away from her and was ornery the entire time. I got home and we almost split up.... from HER side. I actually found myself fighting the rest of the night for her to STAY. It was so surreal. I felt like I was watching myself do it all. I realized at that point, there WAS something there. Something I couldn't pinpoint or describe with words, but when it came down to it, I didn't want to be apart from her....
But you didn't break up, did you??I thought of another one, a bit on the "bawww" side:
I'm actually afraid I love my GF. All this time I was in it for the "ease of life" that being with her provided. Life was easy for me, I never worried about much, I got everything I wanted out of it. The only times I wanted out, were times where I focused on, what now seems, insignificant issues (oh my god, she's not a gamer/sci-fi geek).
Recently I had a chance to experience life without her for a few days, and even get to date Gamer/SciFi girls..... I didn't do it. I spent 5 days away from her and was ornery the entire time. I got home and we almost split up.... from HER side. I actually found myself fighting the rest of the night for her to STAY. It was so surreal. I felt like I was watching myself do it all. I realized at that point, there WAS something there. Something I couldn't pinpoint or describe with words, but when it came down to it, I didn't want to be apart from her....
Well, that's also part of love, isn't it? I say "Congratulations"!No, we're still together now, and she's happier than before. I on the other hand, am a bit "weirded out" by it.
I mean, she doesn't even "really" know me or understand me. Yet she loves me so intensely. (the whole reason she wanted to leave was because she didn't think I was in the relationship for the long haul and didn't think I wanted more than what we have, which at the time, she was right for calling me out on it)
I put on a mask in my day to day life, being what society deems "acceptable" behavior, even around her... the strange part is, pretending to be something different around her doesn't bother me the same way as doing it everywherelse.
Right there with ya all the way on this one. I like people one-on-one, can handle being around a group of friends, but put me in a public place or surround me with a crowd and I turn into the most visibly angry misanthrope you could imagine. I hold a very, very dim view of humanity in general (kids bickering is good, I prefer kids whining "me-me-me!" and pushing each other over to be the one swinging on that last open swing on the playground). It's the old "a person is smart, people are dumb panicky animals" adage just taken to the next step.Here is one that I don't mind if people know who posted it.
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I hate crowds and I usually have a contempt towards most strangers I see walking past me. Heck even some people I have known for years I secretly hold in contempt. I know it's wrong but for some reason I can never shake the feeling. I just view humanity as a whole as a usually nothing more than a bunch of kids mindlessly bickering. Heck even at times I despise myself cause I know that I really am not any better than most of the people that I look down on especially not if I constantly see people in that light. Now I do like people but at the same time I dislike them. I try not to look at the general populace like that and there is a good chance that they are good people. I think the main thing is that I have seen people hurt me and hurt my family and I feel better just assuming the worst about them. Now I don't feel that way all the time but there are times when I just can't help but feel that way.
I almost made more than my weekly paycheck doing that when I was a teller. aranoid:I never correct people when they give me too much change, and that makes me feel guilty.
I LOVED the Matrix sequels when they first came out. I bought them on DVD and their soundtracks and was a HUGE fan.
This has faded somewhat but I still go back and watch them every once in a while, in a secret way, like one might with pornography.
Confession: I seriously feel envy at people who can say things like this.EDIT: Also, I have never had to work to live.
I LOVED the Matrix sequels when they first came out. I bought them on DVD and their soundtracks and was a HUGE fan.
This has faded somewhat but I still go back and watch them every once in a while, in a secret way, like one might with pornography.
I almost made more than my weekly paycheck doing that when I was a teller. aranoid:[/QUOTE]I never correct people when they give me too much change, and that makes me feel guilty.
Also, this one is old enough that I think I can say it now without looking like a total whore:
When I first started Halforum, I put myself in some pretty hefty debt. With the server move from SiteGrounds to Arvixe and the domain registration I was in the hole fairly deep. The donations that were given put me back to about even but I've been paying for the site month to month since then. I know I said that I paid for 2 years but I didn't want anyone to know where the money really went.
And THIS is why I love Sera. That's a hell of a callback.I feel as though I must confess, I stole Dave's daughter's iPod and camera.
:toocool:Shouldn't that be in our crushes thread?
Good to hear things are working out, even if your not exactly sure why you feel you do. I really hope you can figure things out one way or another soon too. It's never easy having to figure out things about yourself.No, we're still together now, and she's happier than before. I on the other hand, am a bit "weirded out" by it.
I mean, she doesn't even "really" know me or understand me. Yet she loves me so intensely. (the whole reason she wanted to leave was because she didn't think I was in the relationship for the long haul and didn't think I wanted more than what we have, which at the time, she was right for calling me out on it)
I put on a mask in my day to day life, being what society deems "acceptable" behavior, even around her... the strange part is, pretending to be something different around her doesn't bother me the same way as doing it everywherelse.
.I'm not madly in love with my wife. I love her well enough, I suppose. But I certainly don't think of her as a soulmate. If we split, I'd be sad, but not devastated. When my best friend got divorced, I was actually jealous at how broken up he was about it. I rushed into marriage when I was young, and I've sadly met several people I would think of as soulmates since then.
Whenever I bleed, like from a cut or nosebleed or something, I have an almost compulsive need to drink it. I am not a vampire, I just think it has something to do with self-preservation or something.
I think (and hope) this is fake.I was raped when I was 3
My SO doesn't like when I give her oral sex. She enjoys it physically the few times I've done it but she doesn't seem to like the idea of it, and it bugs me a bit
Ditto, it's kind of compulsive for me. I used to get nosebleeds weekly when I was a kid, I got the habit back then.Whenever I bleed, like from a cut or nosebleed or something, I have an almost compulsive need to drink it. I am not a vampire, I just think it has something to do with self-preservation or something.
Ok along the same lines, here is my confession. Last week, I was in Target waiting in the checkout line. The customer being rung up was a man a fringed scarf draped over his shoulder. At first, I figured he was wearing it because he thought he looked fashionable (it looked kind of dumb really). Then I saw the Target price tag hanging off of it in plain view. I looked at the cashier and glanced back at the man. The guy walked out with that scarf still over his shoulder. No alarm sounded. Nothing. I didn't say a word. I figure if the cashier was so dumb to have not seen the tag, then the man deserved to walk out with it.I never correct people when they give me too much change, and that makes me feel guilty.
Aw man.There are times when I wake up and wish I didn't. Everything I do feels unnecessary, incomplete. There are days where if I wasn't married I am sure I would have ended my life. I could never hurt her, and knowing she is there depending on me is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from following through with how I feel.
Ok along the same lines, here is my confession. Last week, I was in Target waiting in the checkout line. The customer being rung up was a man a fringed scarf draped over his shoulder. At first, I figured he was wearing it because he thought he looked fashionable (it looked kind of dumb really). Then I saw the Target price tag hanging off of it in plain view. I looked at the cashier and glanced back at the man. The guy walked out with that scarf still over his shoulder. No alarm sounded. Nothing. I didn't say a word. I figure if the cashier was so dumb to have not seen the tag, then the man deserved to walk out with it.[/QUOTE]I never correct people when they give me too much change, and that makes me feel guilty.
Please, please consider seeing a therapist about this. There is no shame it in. For your own sake and the sake of your wife, see someone.There are times when I wake up and wish I didn't. Everything I do feels unnecessary, incomplete. There are days where if I wasn't married I am sure I would have ended my life. I could never hurt her, and knowing she is there depending on me is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from following through with how I feel.
Or maybe sometimes they just don't know what they're selling.As someone who works in retail, assuming that the person failed to charge for everything is a little inaccurate. There are plenty of people who think they're fighting the power by allowing shoplifting and accidental theft from occurring, or other people who just wanna help.
Thank you. You are too kind. (Now I feel like I should add something like 'my pointy toothed fiend.')You don't look remotely in your 30s. If that's any consolation.
See, it's dumbass shit like this that makes me angry and puts me in the mindset I/hylian mentioned earlier. It's one thing to be a drunk slut when you're single and not attached (even if I still disagree with it at that point, it's not "wrong"). But MARRIED?! With KIDS?! Sorry that's plain wrong. I absolutely would punch her in the face with no qualms whatsoever.The sister regales me with stories from Vegas, about this guy buying her drinks and everyone having a good time.
It was about that time I punched her in the face and reminded her about her husband and 3 kids at home.
Yeah, I was gonna say. A lot of anger.She made a mistake, had too much to drink and had sex with one guy and she's a "drunk slut" who deserves to be punched?
Wow, dude.
While married with kids? Absolutely she's a drunk slut who deserves to be punched. She has a family, it was way beyond time for her to grow up and be an adult. And by being an adult, I don't mean XXX adult. Pulling this kind of behavior is high-school level idiotic lustful nonsense.She made a mistake, had too much to drink and had sex with one guy and she's a "drunk slut" who deserves to be punched?
Wow, dude.
whats the best way to tell a guy that their wife boned another guy?
I would go with a cake, everyone loves cake.
whats the best way to tell a guy that their wife boned another guy?
I would go with a cake, everyone loves cake.
whats the best way to tell a guy that their wife boned another guy?
I would go with a cake, everyone loves cake.
Only stein is allowed to do that
whats the best way to tell a guy that their wife boned another guy?
I would go with a cake, everyone loves cake.
All of what you say is true. Wouldn't you want to know if this happened though? At the very least so you could potentially avoid some sort of nasty, possibly life threatening disease?Maybe her marriage is unhappy and unsatisfying and this was her attempt to get a little bit of fun in so she could stay with her husband a little longer, thus preserving the marriage for the sake of the kids.
:eyeroll:It's pretty clear that we don't have all the information. It's possible she doesn't remember. It's possible she was drugged. It's possible that her marriage is open or that her husband said it'd be okay with him if she had fun while in Vegas. Maybe her marriage is unhappy and unsatisfying and this was her attempt to get a little bit of fun in so she could stay with her husband a little longer, thus preserving the marriage for the sake of the kids. The list of things we don't know about this situation is a mile long, and before you go throwing around words like "drunk slut" and saying she deserves violent consequences, you should really start thinking about these sorts of things.
You should be empathising with the victim, not the victimizer. There are no 'reasonable' explanations for deception of that kind inside a marriage.I'm not defending her actions, I'm just trying to express that there could be very reasonable explanations for her behavior as well as showing the slightest bit of human decency and empathy.
And if there isn't?I'm not defending her actions, I'm just trying to express that there could be very reasonable explanations for her behavior as well as showing the slightest bit of human decency and empathy.
Yeah, you can even use the ones in this thread!Seriously. Anonymous email saying go get tested.
Mmm woman-kicking too...I didn't take it literally, personally.... just jokin'. You have every right to be angry... and to fantasize about woman-punching.
Yeah... that would be a little bothersome...I'm probably more angry at my wife for just letting the deception go.
And even if I could do something, would I? Is it worth destroying the lives of 3 young boys and a guy, just so I can clear my conscience about knowing something I shouldn't?If you like the guy or are friends with him, then sure you have a right to be angry. It's great that you respect that your values aren't everyone's, but I understand your frustration. He's being wronged and there's nothing you can do. I'd be pissed.
FixedIf you like the guy or are friends with him, then sure you have a right to be angry. It's great that you respect that your values aren't everyone's, but I understand your frustration. He's being wronged and there's nothing you can do. I'd be pissed.
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that woman's foot is grossing me out...
There's another confession... I hate feet. I hate looking at them or having someone else's feet near me.
I'm failing to see the downside on driving a nail in the relationship with their family, hahaha. But no seriously, you're right. This is just one of those things where there's a difference between what is right and what is easy. Harry Potter taught me that much.If there is no say std ramifications then its a tricky subject, as a society we frown on cheating, but we think people deserve privacy.
I think it would be important to talk to your wife about it but outside that, you may accomplish nothing, confronting her may do nothing. Telling him may have him go into denial then accuse you of spreading roomers and maybe driving a nail between your relationship with their family and still accomplishing nothing.
You should have submitted that anonymously, just to get this thread back on track.I'd say confessions shouldn't be for over-analyzing and bickering.
I'm failing to see the downside on driving a nail in the relationship with their family, hahaha. But no seriously, you're right. This is just one of those things where there's a difference between what is right and what is easy. Harry Potter taught me that much.[/QUOTE]If there is no say std ramifications then its a tricky subject, as a society we frown on cheating, but we think people deserve privacy.
I think it would be important to talk to your wife about it but outside that, you may accomplish nothing, confronting her may do nothing. Telling him may have him go into denial then accuse you of spreading roomers and maybe driving a nail between your relationship with their family and still accomplishing nothing.
Yeah, for all intents and purposes, I don't "know". My wife was asked to keep it a secret, from even me.Oh i meant a nail with say your wife/her sister relationship... your relationship to the husband.. In fact if she is a big enough bitch, it may become a us vs them senario.
Agreed.I'd say confessions shouldn't be for over-analyzing and bickering.
M-Molly? Molly Sanders? Put Roast Beef on the phone!I want my boyfriend's grandmother to die, even though she's not as unkind as she used to be. She's sooooo old and sooooo bitter, and she doesn't do much except have seizures and insult people. Well I take that back, she stopped insulting people too much because I think she's afraid of being stuck in a crappy home. I'm ashamed of it deep down, but mostly I'm just tired of seeing her cause the family grief. She's totally alienated her mother in law, who used to take her shopping every week, her son, who she guilts all the time about not being Catholic, and her grandchildren, who were never really treated kindly by her. The sad thing is that my boyfriend's grandpa, who died of diabetes years ago, was really nice and someone who should have lived on.
Sometimes when I hang out with my friends it feels more forced than I really want it to. Sometimes its awesome and just like old times. You may just be in a funk.I don't really like to be with my friends all the time anymore, once a week is enough, I grow bored really fast and I find it happening more and more. I have friends enough that I can rotate enough so I'm never alone but I find it really weird that I don't have any real good friends left and it's my own damn fault
I'll take Tina Fey any day.I find former Alaskan Governor and Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin to be an incredibly attractive, sensual and voluptuous woman.
I feel this way too, and I think that Ontario STILL considers me a genius.I'm not all that bright, even though people sometimes think I am. I blame the glasses really. I struggled just to pass high school algebra. People post questions about calculus and stuff on the boards and I just feel like a complete moron, especially when people point out that only a complete moron wouldn't know what this is about.
I don't actually *know* how anything works. Government, economics, computers, cars, you name it. I chose my major because it seemed easy and I knew I wouldn't have the IQ the handle anything else.
My best friend's mother is a kind of a ditzy blond in many ways, and I can't take my friend's repetition of her words seriously, but she did put forward a piece of observation that probably didn't originate with her, but nonetheless feels wise and accurate to me:I want my boyfriend's grandmother to die, even though she's not as unkind as she used to be. She's sooooo old and sooooo bitter, and she doesn't do much except have seizures and insult people. Well I take that back, she stopped insulting people too much because I think she's afraid of being stuck in a crappy home. I'm ashamed of it deep down, but mostly I'm just tired of seeing her cause the family grief. She's totally alienated her mother in law, who used to take her shopping every week, her son, who she guilts all the time about not being Catholic, and her grandchildren, who were never really treated kindly by her. The sad thing is that my boyfriend's grandpa, who died of diabetes years ago, was really nice and someone who should have lived on.
That's rather adorable.And here's the slightly embarrassing part: every so often, I'll eat a lump of hard bread for breakfast. I don't really have a good reason. It's bland, and hard as all hell to eat. But if makes me feel somehow connected to the adventurers and explorers of generations past.
That's rather adorable.[/QUOTE]And here's the slightly embarrassing part: every so often, I'll eat a lump of hard bread for breakfast. I don't really have a good reason. It's bland, and hard as all hell to eat. But if makes me feel somehow connected to the adventurers and explorers of generations past.
I did the same kind of thing when I was eight and obsessed with Helen Keller's story. I walked around my house blindfolded and was frustrated that even earplugs couldn't really let me know what it was like to be deaf.When my parents explained homeless people to me, I slept without any sheets or blankets for about a week because if they couldn't be warm, I didn't want to be. If course, I still went to bed with a full stomach on a soft mattress, so it was pretty pointless in the end.
I did the same kind of thing when I was eight and obsessed with Helen Keller's story. I walked around my house blindfolded and was frustrated that even earplugs couldn't really let me know what it was like to be deaf.[/QUOTE]When my parents explained homeless people to me, I slept without any sheets or blankets for about a week because if they couldn't be warm, I didn't want to be. If course, I still went to bed with a full stomach on a soft mattress, so it was pretty pointless in the end.
I'm sorry. Show me on the doll where my story touched you.Now, that's just touching, that is.
I'm sorry. Show me on the doll where my story touched you.[/QUOTE]Now, that's just touching, that is.
I'm sorry. Show me on the doll where my story touched you.[/quote]Now, that's just touching, that is.
I met a guy who actually decided to become homeless for three months once. He ran his Church's homlessness outreach program or something, and basically decided that having never been without in his entire life, he could not seriously empathize, or understand completely where their needs lay. So he set out to live on the streets in five different American cities for a quarter of a year.When my parents explained homeless people to me, I slept without any sheets or blankets for about a week because if they couldn't be warm, I didn't want to be. If course, I still went to bed with a full stomach on a soft mattress, so it was pretty pointless in the end.
I still want to do this sort of thing. Wear a blindfold for a week, and try and get on with my life to experience blindness. Or somehow wear noise-cancelling headphones playing white noise to experience deafness.I did the same kind of thing when I was eight and obsessed with Helen Keller's story. I walked around my house blindfolded and was frustrated that even earplugs couldn't really let me know what it was like to be deaf.
I'm gonna claim this confession as my own.I find former Alaskan Governor and Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin to be an incredibly attractive, sensual and voluptuous woman.
That's rather adorable.[/QUOTE]And here's the slightly embarrassing part: every so often, I'll eat a lump of hard bread for breakfast. I don't really have a good reason. It's bland, and hard as all hell to eat. But if makes me feel somehow connected to the adventurers and explorers of generations past.
.I don't understand drinking to a point of being drunk. It doesn't make sense to me to get so wacked out that you cannot make rational decisions or even remember clearly what you did the night before. Same with drugs, I just cannot understand why you would do that to yourself on purpose. I don't like being around people that do crap like that, and I will leave a place that they are hanging around. Wine, beer, and liquor drinking don't bother me, but the act of an adult getting so past their "limit" just disgusts me.
Dude, that's not being drunk, it's being wasted... but i don't get it either, i never got that far, just drunk enough to count but still remember it the next day, and only drank more when it started to wear off..I don't understand drinking to a point of being drunk. It doesn't make sense to me to get so wacked out that you cannot make rational decisions or even remember clearly what you did the night before. Same with drugs, I just cannot understand why you would do that to yourself on purpose. I don't like being around people that do crap like that, and I will leave a place that they are hanging around. Wine, beer, and liquor drinking don't bother me, but the act of an adult getting so past their "limit" just disgusts me.
Wild guess here: you're single and have been for a long time.He's the only one trying to defend dumb behavior. I'm the one irrationally wanting to punch her in the face.
That freaking sucks. Whoever it is, I wish them well.I've known about the trials of a forumite whose wife was just diagnosed with cancer. He's scared and doesn't know how to handle it. It's been hard not saying anything because it isn't my place to say.
Freudian.Sometimes it sucks to be the Admin because you just want to grab people and say, "Hey! Stop being suck a fucking dick!" and you can't because you don't do it to everyone.
Freudian.[/QUOTE]Sometimes it sucks to be the Admin because you just want to grab people and say, "Hey! Stop being suck a fucking dick!" and you can't because you don't do it to everyone.
Oh! Oh! Oh!I don't think I'll ever be a great writer. I'm happy, and I feel like that gets in my way somehow. My technique is excellent, but my words seem untrue. I don't know what to do. I wish I could say I wrote only for me (it is mostly for me) but the truth is I care. I want people to read what I've written and enjoy it in some way... laugh, cry, or find a simple moment of peace or enjoyment.
But I truly believe that it will never, ever happen for me.
Just figured that out myself. I was going over all my old stuff thinking, damn I was totally talented and now I can't write like that any more because I'm so much happier. And then I read it again and I was like, this is total crap! This is written by someone who's endlessly trying to figure out what's wrong with himself and trying to purge it out, which is bs! And I've started writing to figure out what I WANT, rather than what I WANT TO GET RID OF.
Big improvement!
Also I write to create good work, not for publishing. But then I have a decent day job so it doesn't matter too much.
That's rather adorable.[/QUOTE]And here's the slightly embarrassing part: every so often, I'll eat a lump of hard bread for breakfast. I don't really have a good reason. It's bland, and hard as all hell to eat. But if makes me feel somehow connected to the adventurers and explorers of generations past.