The actual CONFESSION thread.

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Post only actual sins/crimes/faux pas/embarrassing moments here. Not "I confess I like bunnies" or "I confess I slept in today" (or even really something like "I confess I slept in today and missed work"). Or "I confess I like purple" or "I confess I have one blue eye and one green eye" or "I confess I'm naked" or "I confess I'm listening to Papa Roach" "I confess I'm a goth" or "I confess I don't go tochurch every Sunday". Those aren't really sins or faux pas or crimes or embarrassing moments to most people. Or confessing others' sins.


Now...


I confess I talked too loud a lot.


I confess that I talked about toilets sometimes in grade 7 at lunch in the lunchroom.


I confess that I lied to enemies in grade 9 saying my cousin was my boyfriend and that the reason I couldn't come to this field trip was because I had to go to family things, because even that was better than admitting I had no boyfriends and I was a complete loser. Admitting you're popular in some cult or jailhouse or gang or dysfunctional wierd family is better sometimes than admitting you're popular nowhere.


I confess I punched someone in the face and it was so pathetic it wasn't even a punch, and I missed her nose and got the side of the face.


I confess that at the end of the year in grade 11 I skipped a class I knew I was failing. I hung out in a bathroom stall usually, writing ideas for a novel.


I confess that I wiped phlegm/spit on the underside of my desk in class once and I was seen.


I confess that I don't cut my nails; I just let the ends cut off, and once I accidentally scratched Rich up and gave him a scar. I also accidentally scratched one of my best friends on the playground in elementary school and might have given her a scar too.


I confess that I hid pieces of my school uniform in grades 8 and 9 a few times so that I couldn't go to school.


I confess that I once was afraid and didn't know what to do when my mother blamed my father for losing my schol kilt when talking up the laundry or something, and in the meantime I let him take the rap for it but I had hidden it.

I confess that I considered taking steroids (which are legal in Norway) when I was younger.
I confess that I've never f*cked a girl.
I confess that I nearly failed in five subjects in my last year at high school.

I confess that I don't want to go back, to the innocent days of the 1960s. I'm a lot more tougher than I used to be, and that's a good thing.

You seem to forget that sins et al are relative. To some people, there are no such things.

I confess I still hate my father and wish he was dead.

I confess that I quit school after 9th grade.

I confess that I've downloaded songs off of Limewire when I couldn't afford to buy them from iTunes.

I confess that I'm very prejudiced towards people who have anorexia and/or bulimia.

I confess that makes me furious.

I confess that sometimes if people tried to get my attention at the wrong time when I wasn't looking for interaction they'd get some of the anger I was feeling sometimes.

I confess that I judge how good of a friend a person would make, based on what they think my intelligence level is. A person who thinks that I'm intelligent, would make a good friend. A person who thinks that I'm mentally challenged, wouldn't be a very good friend, in my opinion.

True Story:

One day at work, someone brought in doughnuts for general consumption. I was getting a pink one with sprinkles on it out of the box in the canteen at work (canteen is a lunch room) and while withdrawing my hand, the doughnut slipped out of the napkin and bounced on the floor. From there, it rolled all the way to the lunch tables, whereupon I retrieved the pastry and dropped it back in the box and took another one. Why I did this, I have no idea. Maybe it was still 'technically' under the Five Second Rule.

Minutes later, I saw someone else eating that very doughnut and I didn't stop him from taking a bite. Cold-blooded human, am I...

I confess that I'm not angry with IdahoRose, but I confess that I will be if she doesn't re-educate herself on the topic. I confess I don't have either, but I still have sympathy. It's a disorder, and I confess I'm bewildered how somebody with a disorder (Aspergers) themselves can be prejudiced towards anorexia and/or bulimia.

I confess that I CAN believe that the same woman that lovingly tied a ribbon around my Larsy's neck (Larsy is my favorite stuffed bear) and said all this nice stuff and got me all this ncie stuff is trying to get me to f*****g censor myself and put my physical health over my mental health. Taking f*****g antidepressants isn't going to f*****g cut it for me to get on with my life. Neither is talking. I need to write it, and it needs to be stuck up permanently somewhere. So I'm not going to cay "I can't believe it." I always knew she was a bit of a b***h.

I confess that i have done the doughnut thing.... and picked it up and eaten it myself.

I confess that I actually really hate most of my clothes, but i can't afford to go buy the ones I do want, so i am stuck with them.

I confess to sleeping with my roommate's boyfriend even after i told her we had stopped. (dude he is a sex god)

I confess to stealing a pair of leather cuffs from the georgia renaissance festival on pirate day, when there were too many people in the ship to notice.

I confess that I was scared of cops and federal agents starting at age 17 or 18, and that I wanted to be one so that perhaps I wouldn't be so scared of them anymore.

I confess that I want to be a poet but probably won't go for my dream because of my insercurties.

I confess that I'm scared of criminals but I'm also scared of cops and prison guards and the like.