Confession Booth

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I like European Fords but not American or Australian ones
I don't like bacon
I don't always wash my hands after using the toilet to pee
 
Me Ex-Girlfriend had started to text me again. Half kidding/half serious I asked her to text me a pic of something interesting and she sent me a super sexy photo of her.

Pretty unexpected but I had to delete because my wife would not take kindly to it.
 
So today my friend - really my closest friend in the world at this point, who I'm probably going to be roommates with in the not too distant future - criticized me in a way he never has before. He and I have deeper conversations than I typically have with anyone, and he told me I'm too judgmental, too forceful with my words, and it turns people off. Then we argued for like 15 minutes. He's got a point, and I admitted that to him. But it came up at a time when I was clearly depressed over something else, and he kind of just piled it on me. I appreciate the honesty, don't get me wrong. I think he's overreacting a bit, but I see where he's coming from. And without getting into self-analysis armchair psychiatry mode ('cause ain't nobody's got time for that), I think I sort of know why. But he really just came at me with this out of nowhere for no good reason, especially considering at the time I didn't criticize him, or anyone.

In short, I feel like a total asshole in the worst way one can feel like an asshole - when it comes straight from the mouth of someone they admire and respect. I'm simultaneously kind of angry at him for kicking me when I was down, and confused. But he means well, and I'm horrified that he's right.
 
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There's 2 types of confessions...
 
I've got something that I'm actually at a point where I finally feel comfortable sharing (Warning, the great wall of text ahead):

For the last year and a half, I had been in a rather deep and somewhat depressive mood, mainly about my Dad's health after losing my Mom and my constant worries about whether he'll be ok or not. I was already in a low point after the first heart attack he had AND angry after the rehab center screwed up what was a simple knee replacement (that they shouldn't have messed with in the first place), followed by the sheer stupidity and complete negligence of his Doctor (ignoring the medical records and then having the nerve to tell him that his medicine he needed for his heart is "addictive" only to then put him on a Medicine he shouldn't have be on, all while operating in a facility which looks like nothing like the clean environment a doctor is supposed to operate out of) before he switched plans and got a far better doctor (who funny enough, was his teacher from College. Finally, something good), But then comes the news after one of my dad's appointments that he has a Brain Bleed. I'm just about ready to give up on everything at that point, even school (hence my unwillingness to do the work and subsequently failing because what was the point of trying to pass if my dad was seemingly going to be taken away from me before I graduated anyhow). I slowly stopped playing games as often as I used to, I stopped doing videos like I used to and I even got to a point where painting cars was no longer worth it. Even my interest in racing was waining, all because I felt like nothing was worth enjoying anymore with the thought of my dad just leaving me at any moment. Only reason I somehow never stopped coming here was because this kinda became the only escape I remotely had any interest in. It got to the point were I started looking miserable myself, like I was a lifetime time substance abuser from staying up at insane times like 5:00 in the morning (it was just bad). My consumption of a lot of salt didn't do any favors either and to top it off, my feet (well, my left foot anyway) was starting to swell like my dad's feet. It wasn't until I was out working in the yard with him back in early may and he pointed it out that was then when I started to become aware of just how awful I really became. At first for the rest of the day, I just was really down on myself as now here I was thinking I'm headed for the grave myself ontop of the paranoid thought that I was gonna lose my dad any day now. Finally though two weeks after, I was finished cleaning up the ketchen when I just sat down and started thinking about it again. And then the cruelest bit of irony just struck me: In worrying myself about my dad dying, I was beginning to die myself (both internally and externally). It felt like I was now in a situation where all I could do was lose. Suddenly, I thought "you know what, I'm sick of this. This isn't doing anything for me at all" I was actually disgusted at what I became and I finally decided to turn it around not just for me but for my dad (and my older sister who was just as worried about me). Two weeks of being in bed at a much earlier time (sans the two times where I had a download that literally lasted all day), not eating a lot of salty foods AND calming myself and suddenly, I was back to a much more happier me. My left foot was no longer swelling, my face no longer looked like its seen better days and I was much more enthusiastic. So overall, I'm now a lot less gloomy and more..well...alive. Slowly, I've gotten back into things I used to like (which is what primarily drove me to tryout some 0f my old games with my wheel) and watching E3 last week was the first time I got excited for anything that wasn't the primary games I'm interested in.

So, there it is. It was quite abit I'll admit, but I felt like I was getting a massive weight off of me by sharing that.
 
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So, I was supposed to fix the burner because it wasn't working properly. My friend put his face over the burner to see what was wrong with it. He was at a safe distance for a normal sized flame.:lol: But this was no normal sized flame. I opened the gas valve all the way on the burner because why not, and the flame went up about 4 feet, my friend had to jump out of the way and the flame singed the cabinets in the room. It was a good day.
 
I unscrewed a tap in the toilets at my school, and I told my best friend to try the tap to see if it worked (as in see if the water came out the tap, not if the prank worked, he was unaware he was getting pranked), so he pushed the top of the tap and water exploded all over him and everywhere and the floor almost flooded a little because that much water exploded out the tap and it kept running. Pretty funny, but I feel kind of bad haha because he was soaked and so was the toilets and we managed to fix the tap again but unscrewed it before we went out of the toilets so the next person to use the tap got a surprise.. Happened earlier today haha.
 
I guess I'll kick this thang back up and confess that I tend to drive like a jerk, speeding up to keep people from passing and launching ahead when the light turns green, stuff like that :P

It stems from starting out as quite a slow and incompetent driver, and even though I've improved immensely people still remember my car and immediately rush into the passing lane to get ahead and it got old VERY quick. Oh well, an eye for an eye I guess! XD
 
In a plot, I care about the actual Characters and their interactions more than any other element.

That is why I like plots where if you look at it in any other element, seems really stupid (like M&S at the 2012 London Olympic Games) because I only really pay attention to how Characters interact with each other. This makes me a real sucker for Crossover plots.

I'm not saying that everything else is irrelevant to me as you need other plot elements to make the Character Interaction mean something as well as making sure continuity is actually present (which is why I hate Sonic Lost Worlds and TD All-Stars plot) but I can excuse and even enjoy a very unpopular plot mainly because I liked the Characters and how they interacted with each other and hate popular plots because I don't like the Characters and how they interacted.
 
I don't really care about Aytron Senna.

I can respect all the success he is done and I can say he is a great racing driver and his death was tragic but that happened over 20 years ago, tributes are great for an Anniversary and all but I think we should be moving on and focusing on the Racing Drivers of today as well as the future, most of us don't even know the guy personally :guilty:

As for him being the "best" driver, don't get me wrong, he is REALLY good, I could never each his level but I honestly think there were drivers before as well as driver right now that are better that are flying under the radar. :indiff:

I respect the guy for his racing ability but I think he is hugely overrated.
 
I don't really care about Aytron Senna.

I can respect all the success he is done and I can say he is a great racing driver and his death was tragic but that happened over 20 years ago, tributes are great for an Anniversary and all but I think we should be moving on and focusing on the Racing Drivers of today as well as the future, most of us don't even know the guy personally :guilty:

As for him being the "best" driver, don't get me wrong, he is REALLY good, I could never each his level but I honestly think there were drivers before as well as driver right now that are better that are flying under the radar. :indiff:

I respect the guy for his racing ability but I think he is hugely overrated.
We should all be listening to Ayrton Senna's own words.
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I get wayyy too attached to new people who approach and speak to me first. I don't know why, it makes me feel 'normal', and that any of my social qualms aren't all that bad. Then I realise I probably won't talk to them ever again but 'what if?' scenarios run through my head for days, weeks at times.

This sounds downright creepy and it makes me feel like a crappy person, but yeah. I hope I'm not the only one who worries like that.
 
I get wayyy too attached to new people who approach and speak to me first. I don't know why, it makes me feel 'normal', and that any of my social qualms aren't all that bad. Then I realise I probably won't talk to them ever again but 'what if?' scenarios run through my head for days, weeks at times.

This sounds downright creepy and it makes me feel like a crappy person, but yeah. I hope I'm not the only one who worries like that.
It's not creepy (at least I don't think so).
 
I get wayyy too attached to new people who approach and speak to me first. I don't know why, it makes me feel 'normal', and that any of my social qualms aren't all that bad. Then I realise I probably won't talk to them ever again but 'what if?' scenarios run through my head for days, weeks at times.

This sounds downright creepy and it makes me feel like a crappy person, but yeah. I hope I'm not the only one who worries like that.
I wouldn't consider it creepy, I'd say that's just being friendly with people who are friendly to you.

The worse part of being too attached to someone is when after a while you realise that they never saw you as good of a friend as you saw them. Just a thing to remember.
 
I actually think the Prequel Trilogy of Star Wars is better than the Original Trilogy.

While I think Episode II is the worst ever Star Wars movie, I though Episode I was pretty good and Episode III is my favourite Star Wars movie.

Not saying the originals were bad though, Episode V is my 2nd favourite Star Wars movie.
 
Episode III is my favourite Star Wars movie.

I hate to say it but I agree. It is flawed and there are some cringe worthy moments in Revenge but I inexplicably like it the most, although Empire is a much better the best film and should be my favourite.
 
I'm too scared to open the Creepy Picture Thread...


Also, the other day a girl went to sit right beside me in an empty lecture hall, but because she wasn't that attractive and I'm a shallow 🤬 I decided to move. (Then again, speeding your way to the chair beside me is quite creepy in itself.)
 
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I get wayyy too attached to new people who approach and speak to me first. I don't know why, it makes me feel 'normal', and that any of my social qualms aren't all that bad. Then I realise I probably won't talk to them ever again but 'what if?' scenarios run through my head for days, weeks at times.

This sounds downright creepy and it makes me feel like a crappy person, but yeah. I hope I'm not the only one who worries like that.
You're not the only one, especially since it's usually me that's doing the approaching in almost all scenarios, even with my friends I'm the one who's initiating conversation when I'm usually pretty bad at it.
 
I'm too scared to open the Creepy Picture Thread...


Also, the other day a girl went to sit right beside me in an empty lecture hall, but because she wasn't that attractive and I'm a shallow 🤬 I decided to move. (Then again, speeding your way to the chair beside me is quite creepy in itself.)
Creepy picture thread really isn't that bad. 👍 And that leads me to a cofession.

As a kid I went through haunted houses with family and friends. Up until 8th grade when I went with my mom, my sister and her friends. I cried 2 minutes into the damn thing and will never go into one again. I am now a freshmen in college...

🤬 all of those things.
 
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