Since we’re all anonymous here, save for a screen-name, confess something (lies you told/TMI stuff/disgusting/bad/weird) things you’ve done, or bad thoughts you’ve had. Confess your sins. Release some guilt. We’ve all done some “bad” things, and well, some bad things not in quotes. Glad a few of you felt better after confessing. 🙂
I couldn’t decide which devil emoticon to use; they were all so cute, so putting them all up!!
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Peeing in the shower isn’t bad. It’s sterile and rinses away to the same place. 🙂
Me? I have nothing to confess *looks away and whistles*
c’mon, give us a juicy story, we know you got one 😛
Okay, I am and always have been very…adventerous…in the bedroom.
we need details! that’s not enough of a “confession” 😛
mysteriousVisitor – I’d say I’m surprised, but then I’d be lying 😛
We want a juicy steak. You’re giving us a crumb here lol
No food involved 😉
Then you ain’t being adventurous enough lol 😛
eternaldarkness – You’re looking beyond the obvious, which is usually a good thing.
*mysterious* visitor 😉
I doubt you’re gonna get much more out of her. But, who knows … she might spill the beans just to prove me wrong 😛
I’ve shoplifted before. A few times. Not proud of it…it eats away at me sometimes.
You mean a confession other than that I have a huge crush on mysteriousVisitor ?
Hmm, I did mention this in another post a long time ago, but it is honestly the only thing I’ve done in my life that even remotely approaches the realm of regret:
I slept with a wife and mother of two kids. She was my first ever sexual par+n3r. We had a few spicy rendezvous in different places. We fucked like rabid rabbits, day and night. I got her pregnant, and she had to have an abortion.
Oops, did I say too much ?!
… and oh, … I met her on an Amtrak train.
Wait- isn’t MV married too? now now Wald….
Yes, MV has someone, but I didn’t say I intend for us to get together, much less is she going to agree to it 😛
You can have a crush on anyone, married or not, straight or gay, rich or poor, … without them feeling the same way or even knowing about it 🙂
I mean, not that cheating is ever good, but I always feel like it’s the guy or girl who’s married that’s like 80% responsible, bc they’re the one that’s married and shouldn’t be doing it.
eh, watching so many FF shows, cheating a few times isn’t bad. If she didn’t cheat with you, she’d prolly be cheating with some other fella. The onus is on her. Though getting her preg and then abortion isn’t great…
she DID cheat with other guys, WHILE she was “with” me 🙂
she was also intelligent (or perhaps brazen) enough to use our shared email account (mine and hers) to write sexy notes to the other guy
she was having the time of her life
hm, i feel bad for her husband. poor guy…
I don’t mean to be condescending, but you’re still as responsible for providing her with the opportunity. If I sell you a gun knowing that you’re about to shoot someone with it, then the person’s death is just as much my fault as it is yours.
Then again, I don’t know anything about the situation that she was in, so I wouldn’t want to make a call on whether it was fair or not.
I understand and agree. And, so we don’t go around in circles, I’ll quote what I already said in my original comment.
“it is honestly the only thing I’ve done in my life that even remotely approaches the realm of regret”
You what?
Please elaborate on your question, and you shall receive answers 🙂
Which of my two confessions are you responding to ?
The crush part
It was rhetorical, though
Ah ok.
And yes, it’s definitely true. It seems to get stronger, the more I read what you have to say and the more I get to know you. I’m also pretty sure that the fact that you’re already taken contributes to it !
Spirituality and self-restraint is totally out the window here. I’m sorry, I can’t help it … it’s all homo sapiens machinery at work … I absolve myself of all guilt 😀
And, it was just stated as a fact … it wasn’t intended as solicitation or suggestion. So, please note … you have nothing to fear from me.
. . . Ughh. Breathe. . . A few years ago, when I was trying different anx/dep drugs, I killed a cat in a blind rage of anger, one of many rages that sprang up out of the blue. It was not pretty. It was a CRUEL DESPICABLE act of a bully who didn’t know an appropriate way of channeling anger. I can put some blame on how the drugs were affecting me, but still, the decision to act was mine. Never again, as long as I live.
I hope that wasn’t too shitty for the intention of this thread, but it helps me to get it out there. I also pee in showers.
Nah, release it. Achieve some catharsis.
Thanks for that!
Like I always say, my life was so boring and bland. I’m a lot hesitant to say this sh1t
Damn, I posted before I could finish. Maybe I should shut my mouth. I changed my mind :/
huh, say what? did i miss something? you haven’t told us any juicy secrets yet, nutty apple!
Nah, I hit ‘post comment’ before I started the confession part. Idk if it’s a confession or an awkward truth about me. I’ve been in relationships but never .. *cough* *cough* .. you know hmmm
Nothing wrong with that
Here’s something (sad)… I haven’t been out on a date since 2012. (I’ve been involved with people since then, but it either did not extend to dating, or was an online relationship.)
Today I was thinking to myself about what I might say if an acquaintance of mine asked me if I would like to go traveling with him. On one hand, being adventurous would be good… on the other, I really don’t think I can get involved with anybody right now.
Eh, there’s really not much for me to confess, since I do most of my confessing here already with my posts. But here’s something:
I used to steal books. Lots of books. And not just every once in a while, but all the time. I usually got them from classrooms and teachers, but also from libraries.
There’s a book shelf in my sister’s room that’s filled with books, and I swear, about 70% or 80% of them were stolen. If you open them up, you’ll find the names of the teachers I stole them from.
I don’t even really know why I did it. Most of the books I stole weren’t even books that I particularly liked. Some of them I never even finished reading. Stealing books was just something I did. A lot.
Nowadays, I feel pretty guilty about it. I’ve thought about returning them somehow, but I don’t know how I’d be able to pull that off. It’ll probably never happen.
You could leave them in a box at night on the school’s doorstep with a paper signed “From a kind stranger.”
WARNING: DISGUSTING CONTENT ALERT.
Confession Two: I used to drive a truck long haul, and , as many drivers do, kept a container in the truck into which I would urinate at night, when the other option was getting dressed and walking into a truck stop to pee, or was parked in a location with no facilities. One fine Sunday afternoon, I was killing time reading a book, and reached down to get a drink of water from my water bottle which usually sat next to the driver seat. Only, it wasn’t my water bottle, it was the other bottle. And I drank. Two average swallows. And it sucked. A lot.
Two? wouldn’t you have known at the 1st sip? LOL o_O
After the first swallow, I knew something was wrong. In the time it took to turn my head away from my book and look at what I was drinking out of, I swallowed a second time. It just happened.
don’t worry, you just peed it out the 2nd time 😛
I had watched a show called Taboo, and in it, there are some people who purposely and habitually drink urine. These people seem to think it’s healthy to drink pee. Yes, they were Americans. O_o
Oops ! LMFAO 😀
The first time I ever smoked pot was at church, in the playground out back. I was 12 years old, and I shared a joint with two older teenagers; after we smoked we all went inside and listened to a sermon.
I remember thinking “this is so funny. Wonder if I’ll get laid for the first time at church too”?
(The getting laid at church thing never happened). Hmm, it’s a good thing my mom never found out what we did at church.
I once accidentally peed in my friends bed at a sleepover and instead of telling her I just spilled my water bottle as a cover-up. She let it dry and continued to sleep on it. It still haunts me to this very day.
o_O
Many years ago I was traveling through France with 2 friends. I was badly constipated. We rented a room at an inn in a small town. In the morning I Finally had to take a crap and it would be a large one. I hit the toilet and it clogged– the water started to spill into the bathroom floor and then out into the hallway. The toilet was not shutting off and kept running and spilling. I told my friends that we had to check out ASAP and rushed them out of there. My friends were curious why I was in such a hurry speeding away in the rental car. I still feel bad about the tidal wave I was responsible for and hope it did not cause too much damage.
LMFAO 😛
I enlisted in the USAF almost forty years ago. When I signed up I knew Basic Training lasted six weeks and the literature given me when I signed up made it clear that the physical aspects of those six weeks would be relatively light. Perfect. I was not in the least athletically inclined. Well you guessed it..
I get to base and find out there is this dreadful two mile course called the “Confidence Course” in a forested area. It would never hold a candle to anything the Army has but it was plenty enough instill dread in me. Come the fateful day to put my physical incompetence on display I started through the thing and found I was managing, but just barely. Failed events where allowed one retry and that is what was keeping me advancing but was also wearing me out much faster than my physically competent comrades. About two thirds of the way through I was just desperate for an end to the thing but failure was no option in my mind (yet virtually inevitable) and just then with the hardest parts of all just ahead a guy I only knew as a class clown type was standing beside me and he said in a soft conspiratorial tone “if we just went through there” (pointing only with his head) we would miss the killer water events and be done. He took off for the trees and I was right behind him.
How no one noticed us slipping away is beyond me. The consequences of getting caught would have been no picnic either!
We went through that forest for quite a while and I had no idea how he was navigating, but he was. We broke out into the opening at the end of the course and we blended in somehow with guys from a different barracks and we were just a little earlier getting there than our own barracks mates and of course they were questioning us as to just how this could be. I then learned my guide was just as good of a liar as was a navigator. I still smile at this memory.
what did he say? what was the lie he made?
I was so concerned with how his lies would be recieved that I don’t remember even a bit of what we said. All I can say is he was good at it. He was going into Security Police work where skillful lying can be a handy perp interview tool.
Since all of you confessed…. I had an affair with a high school teacher of mine. He was married and haf 2 kids. I didn’t do it to get any advantages or better marks, I was kind of smart and didn’t need that to graduate as valedictorian. I think I was tired of being that dull girl who passed her weekends home studying and looked for some excitement in life. This affair was my dirty little secret and an opportunity to escape the boring reality I was stuck in. Now looking back I just feel a huge embarassment and anger towards me being that ignorant and self-centered. Oh and I want to admit that I’m quite interested in Waldschläfer’s posts, some of them are very touching. By the way, are you from Germany originally?
Hi Ballerina, I feel a bit better after your confession … like I’m not the only one who slept with a married person … so thank you for that 🙂
Thank you for your interest in my posts. Can I ask what, specifically, did you find touching about my posts ?
I’m not from Germany originally. I’m American. I just happen to love the German language … another one of my unusual traits … German is one of the most disliked languages esp. in America. It’s not an “in thing” here. French, Spanish, and Italian, the Romance languages are the “in thing”. It’s probably no surprise, then, that I can’t stand French, but love German. That’s the long answer to your simple yes/no question 🙂
My favorite post is Waldeinsamkeit 😉 Whenever I read it, I have chills. Simply beautiful. Another post which I quite enjoyed was the post about your neighbour’s cats. It made me smile a whole day.
Glad you enjoyed those posts 🙂
Did you just join SP ? I don’t recall seeing you before.
I didn’t post that much until now. I was more the silent reader.
I see that you bumped the post 😉
I guess you need more confessions.
Nice satan smileys 😀
You know, when I saw the #3 red smiley, I thought of you and your confession 😛
LOL
Aww … it’s nice to be thought of 🙂 Bless your heart.
WTF, are y’all messin with me? I’m experiencing deja vu