The Confession Booth: Post something very personal about yourself

[Oswald Acted Alone, You Kook]

I have a crush on a fictional character. Several.

[Atlas Has Shrugged]

I fear social rejection more than anything else, so I limit myself in classes like PE at all cost to prevent embarrassment. I also tense up around certain people for no reason, and than have panic attacks thinking they have noticed the tension and will go out of my way to prove that I am not afraid/angry at them.

[Antonio the Sixth]

I have a crush on a fictional character. Several.

Oh, interesting point! I also had one, when I was 14-15 (with some remnants of it for a few years).

[Fmr. Pres. Duke]

I'm not judging Memphis at all. I'm too drunk for that. If he likes creepy passes, so be it.

[Kitteh]

Are we back to actual confessions? Okay.

On the night I turned 18 I sent nude pics of myself to a 34 year old guy I met online and have never met IRL. I didn't realize how weird that sounds until after the fact. It's less creepy than it sounds if you know the backstory.

[memphis]

Are we back to actual confessions? Okay.

On the night I turned 18 I sent nude pics of myself to a 34 year old guy I met online and have never met IRL. I didn't realize how weird that sounds until after the fact. It's less creepy than it sounds if you know the backstory.

Sounds like a lot of online dating. Nothing weird in that as long as he was a willing recipient. Who hasn't played a friendly game of online Show me yours and I'll show you mine?

[Kitteh]

Are we back to actual confessions? Okay.

On the night I turned 18 I sent nude pics of myself to a 34 year old guy I met online and have never met IRL. I didn't realize how weird that sounds until after the fact. It's less creepy than it sounds if you know the backstory.

Sounds like a lot of online dating. Nothing weird in that as long as he was a willing recipient. Who hasn't played a friendly game of online Show me yours and I'll show you mine?

Yeah, the only creepy-sounding thing is the age gap, but w/e. Age is just a number, I never got why people get so obsessed with it about sex; as long as people are old enough to consent (which I'd say is 15 or 16 for most people) I don't see the problem.

Also, fwiw, I never got pics of him in the same way, although he probably would if I asked.

[memphis]

Assuming you want to see, you should insist he returns the favor. That was very rude of him!

[MASHED POTATOES. VOTE!]

I have a crush on a fictional character. Several.

Oh, interesting point! I also had one, when I was 14-15 (with some remnants of it for a few years).

Oldiesfreak still has.

[Snowstalker Mk. II]

But yeah, you might want to delete that post.

[This user has not been convicted of 34 felonies]

But yeah, you might want to delete that post.

I will. Could you delete where you quoted it?

[Antonio the Sixth]

But yeah, you might want to delete that post.

I will. Could you delete where you quoted it?

What was that post? I want to know!

[This user has not been convicted of 34 felonies]

Nothing worth repeating.

[Antonio the Sixth]

Nothing worth repeating.

I want to be personally judge on that.

[MASHED POTATOES. VOTE!]

I still have crushes on some fictional characters.

[This user has not been convicted of 34 felonies]

Nothing worth repeating.

I want to be personally judge on that.

Some things are just better left unsaid

[Insula Dei]

Isn't this supposed to be some sort of cesspit? Either all you people are really nice, really neat people or there's no real introspection going on round here.

Has anyone else ever had the experience where someone who's really quite close to you suffers some sort of major medical mishap and you just fail to react emotionally in any way, outside perhaps some (very) mildly pleasurable sense of stimulation at the anecdotical value of the event?

(trying to keep the description as vague as possible because it's not exactly a 'nice' sentiment, is it?)

I am a very introspective person, btw, so I expect some good self-analysis from the lot of you.

[Antonio the Sixth]

Isn't this supposed to be some sort of cesspit? Either all you people are really nice, really neat people or there's no real introspection going on round here.

Has anyone else ever had the experience where someone who's really quite close to you suffers some sort of major medical mishap and you just fail to react emotionally in any way, outside perhaps some (very) mildly pleasurable sense of stimulation at the anecdotical value of the event?

(trying to keep the description as vague as possible because it's not exactly a 'nice' sentiment, is it?)

I am a very introspective person, btw, so I expect some good self-analysis from the lot of you.

Oh, there are things I've done/thoughts and feelings I've had which torment me much more than what I have talked about in this thread so far. These are things only a couple people (close relatives) know about, and I'm certainly not going to tell them anyone here.

As for the point you bring up, I've never been quite in the situation you mention, but I certainly understand the issue. I also tend to have rather unpredictable (and sometimes shockingly heartless) emotional responses to events, though when this happens I at least force myself to correct my lack of empathy. In other words, what comes spontaneously to others, I have to consciously bring it to myself.

[H.E. VOLODYMYR ZELENKSYY]

Isn't this supposed to be some sort of cesspit? Either all you people are really nice, really neat people or there's no real introspection going on round here.

The secrets I do have I don't care to share with y'all, 'cept my close friends here.

[Redalgo]

Oh hell, why not? I'm a pretty open book as it is. Here - have a dozen embarrassing, confessional somethings.


I used to pray daily, was baptized as a Methodist, and was terrified of going to Hell if I stopped believing.

Though adopted, I've never thought of it as a big deal and have no desire to meet my biological parents.

I've got Asperger's and a general anxiety disorder but conceal both somewhat effectively around others.

The aforementioned issues come bundled with some tendencies of OCD; e.g. I initially wanted all of these lines to be about the same length and it now bothers me tremendously that this particular item in the list takes up more lines than the others. It also gets under my skin that these lines don't have justified alignment. Edit: I'd usually spend twenty minutes finding a way to reword each of these points to get them to fit on one line instead of continuing on for a word or two onto a second.

I was a recluse and had major depressive disorder since 2004 or so - now in remission for under a year.

There is often one person on a forum I fear for being an adept idea murderer, as some put it. Here it is Al.

My motivation to post ebbs and flows, swayed in part by who replies to me and how tactful they opt to be.

Long ago I was anti-social and would've been willing to kill tens of millions of people in the name of Trotskyism.

I think lowly of myself (namely for things thought of or done many years in the past) and am highly self-critical.

A career in aerospace engineering, then teaching poli sci in college appealed greatly to me. Now I'm totally lost.

I want to like, get along with, and feel solidarity toward everyone; it hurts when folks opt not to reciprocate.

On a crazier note I know that I'm human but would prefer to be - and usually think of myself as if - a dragon.

[LastVoter]

I would expect nothing more from you, but I'm glad you've found the thread. I'm sure it'll provide you with some entertainment.

I just skimmed it.. it seemed like he just said 'it behooves the desireless desired to be careful' and compared their condition to those with a few belongings among the poor...  I'm sure we've all noticed the sexual desire imbalance and the socio-economic imbalance, and the fact that both lead to some breakdowns of order - hardly anything shocking about what he said.

I think the two could be summarized in one word - obesity, but this will probably prove to be offensive for some on here.

[ilikeverin]

I want to like, get along with, and feel solidarity toward everyone; it hurts when folks opt not to reciprocate.

In other words, you are a good Midwestern citizen! *hughughug*

[Zanas]

The aforementioned issues come bundled with some tendencies of OCD; e.g. I initially wanted all of these lines to be about the same length and it now bothers me tremendously that this particular item in the list takes up more lines than the others. It also gets under my skin that these lines don't have justified alignment. Edit: I'd usually spend twenty minutes finding a way to reword each of these points to get them to fit on one line instead of continuing on for a word or two onto a second.

If you want, you can use the [pr e][/pre] tool in that respect. For example, as a present for you (*hughughug* ) :

I was a recluse and had major depressive disorder since around 2004 - in remission for about a year now.

There's often a person on a forum I fear for being an adept idea murderer, as some put it. Here it's Al.

My motivation to post comes and flows, swayed in part by who replies, and how tactful they choose to be.

Long ago, I was anti-social and I would be willing to kill millions of people in the name of Trotskyism.

I think lowly of myself (namely for stuff thought or done long in the past) and am highly self-critical.

A career in aerospace engineering, then teaching poli sci in college used to appeal to me. Now I'm lost.

I want to like, get along with, and feel solidarity toward anyone; it hurts when they don't reciprocate.

On a crazier note I know I'm human but would prefer to be - and usually I think of myself as - a dragon.

I know I also have a few minor disorders like this, e.g : I'll have a tendency to arrange things on my desk to be parallel or perpendicular to its edges...

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This one I also know : I'm so willing to get along fine with everyone that there are times when I don't affirm myself in social life or everyday life whereas I would have every right to, and it even sometimes pisses my wife off... Not sure how to correct it though, but I try.

[Redalgo]

I want to like, get along with, and feel solidarity toward everyone; it hurts when folks opt not to reciprocate.

In other words, you are a good Midwestern citizen! *hughughug*

lol, true dat!


Oi - and thanks for the splendid forum tool, Zanas!

[HagridOfTheDeep]

All right, here's a serious one.

When I was in grade 11 (which I believe was 2009), a girl in our circle of friends died as a result of an epilepsy event. I guess it would have been different at school if a bad student had passed away or if know one knew who the person was, but this girl was honestly the nicest person in the world. She treated everyone with warmth, she had the greatest smile, and everyone knew her. She wasn't some bimbo whore popular chick—she was honestly just the nicest person.

So it was extremely tough. I remember the day it happened: I got called out of class thirty minutes before school was set to finish, and I was told to bring all my stuff with me. Walking to the office, I knew something was up. I thought maybe my grandpa had died or something. So, I confess I was very relieved when I saw that all my friends were sitting around a table waiting in the guidance office too. We were just going to get in trouble about something, I thought. Not so. We were told that our friend died. It was devastating.

So in honour of her and out of respect for other people with epilepsy, everyone wore purple to school in the days following her death. I went out and bought a purple shirt because I, being one of the first people who was told, didn't want to seem like I didn't care. I cared.

Unfortunately, these days became pretty political, because what you saw was people trying to one-up each other with "how much they cared." Her real friends decided to start an epilepsy drive, but then other people jumped on it and eventually took over. These people who were hardly even friends with her organized school buses to her funeral. These people charmed her parents with their messages of respect and their fundraising. So what happened was that one emo douche guy who had always been so into his image managed to weasel his way into the "honour guard" at this girl's funeral... at the expense of some of her real friends. Basically, all this stuff really made me feel uneasy. This girl was my friend, and I was very sad... but suddenly I was made to feel "not sad enough."

I realize I've gone on a bit, but I think it's important to explain the context. What you should also know is that a facebook group was set up for people to post their words of comfort.

Here's the personal confession: I despise this facebook group. Every year on the anniversary of her death and on her birthday, dozens of people still post superficial messages to this girl (who never even had facebook in the first place). "Aimee, keep dancing in the sky." Garbage like that. And, of course, when one person posts to the group, everyone gets a notification, so they all rush to do it too. And too me, I just think it's disgusting, because you can tell that everyone is doing it because they think they have to and because they want to look good. I hate it. And it's probably unfair of me, because it's quite possible I'm reading into it too much. But everytime these people post in that group, I judge them. It's been four years. What happened to "moving on?"