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I confess that I dip my Doritos in barbeque sauce.

At my previous job I broke a keyboard in a fit of rage then simply moved it to a different room and stole one that worked.

I confess that the bullies at the factory job that I was working at, 30 years ago would get me into fits of rage.

I've got a secret jar of chocolate spread in my sock drawer

It's mine!

I've been stockpiling my opioids.

My stash now has 4 months of Oxycodone, a full taper of Buprenorphine, and 2 years of boiled poppy straw.

When Numpty Trumpty crashes the global economy, I should make it through another poppy season, assuming none of the gannets escaping the cities find me.

I confess that I've started listening to Christmas music as of now.

Sometimes I get so absorbed in the way things look - completely normal things like trees, buildings, cityscapes - I really just stand there gawping with my mouth open.

Also, I smile instinctively at dogs and intelligent birds, and sometimes reflexively say hi or hello, but I don't have this instinct with people.

I've noticed.

I confess that I have not worn a poppy for Remembrance Day because remembering hasn't accomplished anything at all, the world has become a giant cesspool of war and greed and stupidity run by senile old farts and extremist lunatics.

Back in the 90s I remember every year how older people would be saying younger people were too apathetic and didn't understand or care about the meaning behind Remembrance Day. It was almost if they thought we were living in times that "too" peaceful and wanted youngsters to go die in war. Welp, the past two-plus decades are proof that you'd better be careful what you wish for.

I confess that I don't miss buying scratch tickets.

I confess that I bought Fuggler versions of the Powerpuff Girls today. The three most adorable cartoon superheroes crossed with the most hideous plush monsters, I couldn't believe it. But then I bought them. They're probably a htf collector's item.

I confess that I'm still seeing my therapist behind my mom's back.

The next appointment will be the day after Thanksgiving.

Years ago, after I learned I had schizoaffective disorder, I started faking psychosis for attention. I'd say roughly half of my psychotic episodes back then were just me faking it, pretending to be sicker than I actually was, though I didn't realize it at the time. It's really embarrassing to think about now.

I confess that I have a fondness for the card game known as Blackjack.

I confess that I am a lolcow. Or at least I have most of the typical traits of one:

-Autistic
-Unemployed
-Fat
-Ugly
-Don't spend a lot of time on my superficial appearance
-Draw bad artwork
-Write bad fiction
-Unhealthy hyperfixation on cartoons and video game characters
-Spend money on worthless things like plushies, figures, or Funko Pops
-Don't keep my apartment spotless
-Cannot take critcism

I confess I avoid "The Hoard" whenever I visit a popular gym.

Surely there are positive qualities as well