Confession Thread

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Feel free to confess anything you like. It can be a fun or serious transgression - whatever floats your boat as long as there's at least some truth to it.

I'll go first: I've always wanted to go to confession and confess to the priest that I've been having impure thoughts about him. I'm not Catholic, and I don't know any priests, but the temptation and mischievous impure thoughts are there.

I confess to breaking the mirror in the men's restroom at school back in 1963.

I confess to feigning illness roughly 99% of the time I said I was too sick to go to church. I'm glad we didn't have to pay out-of-pocket for the gastroenterologist.

what is the purpose of confessing?

im assuming its saying that one made a mistake or did something wrong based on what you guys have confessed here.

when my roomates cousin knocked on the front door i pretended i wasnt home and didnt answer it because i dont know them very well. my roomate said this was unkind.

I confess to deliberately misinterpreting certain orders to make some of my former bosses look bad.

I confess to sneaking out at night when I was a kid and going to the old cemetery with my friends.

I confess to driving my neighbors crazy by remotely triggering their car-alarms at all hours of the night.

Not telling a close relative who helps me paying the interest of one of my big loans that I earn enough money to shoulder the expense fine by myself.

Not telling my wife that I entered and exited a very brief relationship just weeks before we got together (no, I didn't date them at the same time, but the gap was maybe 2 weeks). I also stayed friends with that woman and we kept talking several times a week for years after.

Was working as a store clerk in drugstore chain. A young punk kid got promoted to key carrier and his new petty amount of power went to his head and he was abusive and nasty.

So I somehow learned his home address. Then I visited a local porn video and magazine shop (this was in pre internet days) grabbed a copy of "the Advocate" (imagine the equivalent of Playboy or Penthouse, but for gay men) -broke the packaging and...stole that card that readers fill out to subscribe to the magazine, and...went home put that kid's name address on it, checked "bill me later"...and put in the mail box...and treated him to a years subscription to a slick gay magazine! Hoped that he enjoyed the nieghbors seeing a gay magazine land his doorstep each month (this was back in circa 1990 when the nation was more homophobic than now).

I confess to getting myself something for my birthday. (Shocking, I know!)

I confess that a LONG time ago I used to follow a blogger called The Misanthropic B!tch & wished she was my girlfriend

I can't even say what I'd really want to confess.
Guilt and shame will get me every time.
It's easier to suppress everything like it didn't happen.
Most of it isn't my fault anyway, but my brain thinks it is.

All I can think is that I cheated briefly on one question of a Uni Maths exam.
Someone's paper was very visible near me with their graph showing.
I realised I'd been reading the question wrong so I did it their way.

When I was a TA I had to grade about 200 philosophy papers.
Near the end I was so tired I just put random checkmarks and the word "Good!"

I can't think of anything else except the big stuff.

I confess that when I was younger I used to put lolly papers in people's letterboxes.

I confess that when I was a kid I sometimes threw dead batteries in our fireplace when it was light & closed the door to watch them explode

I confess that the police put a destruction order on a noose I made once, they told my GF it was the best noose they have ever seen (as if that makes a difference).

Gold star. ^


I confess about that song I posted two weeks ago when I saw MR but said I was only joking about the song.