Confession is good for the Hype. - - Part 11

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Losing someone is extremely hard, sorry for your loss. :csad:
Thing is she died years ago, my grandmother died in 09, after that, I accepted that people die and haven't gotten emotional about someone dying since. So this was just sorta weird.
 
I confess that I'm thinking of going to see Man of Steel by myself on Friday afternoon, and I actually like the idea of going by myself as opposed to going with my brother who will just drag his kids with him, and my best friend who will pretty much can't do anything without his girlfriend's approval.
 
My little brother is a drug addict and for the past five years my family has made excuses for him and tried to help him. I don't care about him and was happy when he was locked up for a year and wish he stayed in there.

I've grown a little colder and distant with time.
 
I don't know what'd I do if one of my family members became a drug addict. I'd try to get them help, but if they rejected it time and time again I'd just abandon them TBH.
 
Here's a weird'un that none of you needed or wanted to know:

I buy my underwear in packs of grey & black-- that's both underpants and undershirts. I color coordinate my undershirts with my underpants, and I alternate between which color I'm going to wear each day.
 
That's very well organized. I throw out all of my socks every three months and buy new ones.
 
I feel like I've become so cold and detached that other than my parents, I could disappear and not miss nor worry about anyone else. I know that may sound weird.
 
I feel like I've become so cold and detached that other than my parents, I could disappear and not miss nor worry about anyone else. I know that may sound weird.
I feel the same way at times. Heck, sometimes I deactivate my Facebook just to get away from people because I know they most likely won't come looking for them and I won't go looking for them.
 
I feel like I've become so cold and detached that other than my parents, I could disappear and not miss nor worry about anyone else. I know that may sound weird.

I feel that way except I'd add my girlfriend, brothers and one or two friends. But when I look at my 600 friends on Facebook it strikes me how little of them I'd actually consider friends and how little we really interact. Can't be bothered to delete them though. Facebook gives you a lot of McFriends. They're like empty calories that make you feel good for a second when you look at your friend-count, but in the end don't really add anything to your life except dead weight.
 
I confess I like arguing with people online sometimes. It's a fun exercise dismantling a terrible argument. When a mod closes a thread because it's starting to get ugly a voice in the back of my head (don't worry, not a real voice) says "wait, stop! The fun is just beginning!" Some people say arguing online is a sign of anger. But for me, it's a nice relief from the mundane and a fun challenge if I find someone who can put up a fight. On occasion I have kept fights going when I shouldn't have or even provoked unnecessarily and been infracted for that, so I know there's a limit. But honestly I hardly ever argue out of anger (maybe 10% of the time if it's something I find really messed up, like I have zero patience for misogynists, racists or people who abuse pets... or when the argument veers too much into the personal then it stops being fun). Is this weird? Should I control these somewhat anti-social urges?
 
I once pissed a guy off so bad he ran to some other site to complain about how much of a *****e I was.

I felt proud. :o
 
I feel that way except I'd add my girlfriend, brothers and one or two friends. But when I look at my 600 friends on Facebook it strikes me how little of them I'd actually consider friends and how little we really interact. Can't be bothered to delete them though. Facebook gives you a lot of McFriends. They're like empty calories that make you feel good for a second when you look at your friend-count, but in the end don't really add anything to your life except dead weight.

that's a great analogy
 
that's a great analogy
I agree. I've said it many times before, but the reason why I even still have a Facebook is because I can post my art and get people interested and possibly ask for a commissioned piece. Not to mention, most places use it, so you can get the news you're interested in all at once.
 
I had a Myspace when that was popular; JJ's analogy rang true for it. That's why I haven't made a FB.

I confess that anytime I hear someone say "All fantasy settings must have elves/dwarves/goblins/whatever variation of hobbit you like", I have to keep from launching into a diatribe. Instead, I point them toward Erikson's Malazan novels. Worse, I'm disgusted the idea that attempting to usher in a New Wave in a genre is futile. I can't stand that defeatist perspective. I will be the standard-bearer for New Wave fantasy...or at the very least, join the New Weird crowd.
 
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I have this crush for this really cute guy theater usher who works at our local theater. Not much of a confession online, but it would be on offline.
 
I've been smoking weed once or twice a day, minus a few days for the last two months, I'm not addicted, and it's the only thing I ever tried, but financially...eh...and i've just been smoking way too much lately, and have decided it's time to cut back
 
I confess I like arguing with people online sometimes. It's a fun exercise dismantling a terrible argument. When a mod closes a thread because it's starting to get ugly a voice in the back of my head (don't worry, not a real voice) says "wait, stop! The fun is just beginning!" Some people say arguing online is a sign of anger. But for me, it's a nice relief from the mundane and a fun challenge if I find someone who can put up a fight. On occasion I have kept fights going when I shouldn't have or even provoked unnecessarily and been infracted for that, so I know there's a limit. But honestly I hardly ever argue out of anger (maybe 10% of the time if it's something I find really messed up, like I have zero patience for misogynists, racists or people who abuse pets... or when the argument veers too much into the personal then it stops being fun). Is this weird? Should I control these somewhat anti-social urges?

Yes you should, I don't know you, but people who argue online a lot, or tend to argue online a lot are usually a bit defensive, which could be due to some insecurities or deep rooted self esteem issues, or to boost up their own ego, the subconscious' way of strengthening the ego, if you will, in turn, possibly repressing issues.

Like I said I don't know you, so please don't take this as a dig at you, or a guess at you at all, it's just something I have observed in the past, I tend to conduct all sorts of social experiments, I think human behavior is fascinating.
 
I feel that way except I'd add my girlfriend, brothers and one or two friends. But when I look at my 600 friends on Facebook it strikes me how little of them I'd actually consider friends and how little we really interact. Can't be bothered to delete them though. Facebook gives you a lot of McFriends. They're like empty calories that make you feel good for a second when you look at your friend-count, but in the end don't really add anything to your life except dead weight.

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I've lost my temper twice in the past week and it felt good, even if I'm sure in other people's eyes it makes me an SOB.
 
I'm really a very mellow kind of person, but it irks me when people say stupid things that they know provokes me. Maybe my response was excessive but I find that subtlety doesn't work with the people in question.
 
I confess that sometimes I do things and I feel like I'm not "fully there" when I'm doing it. It's almost like I'm mentally half asleep or I'm running on auto pilot or something.
 
i confess i'm thinking about selling a bunch of my stuff so i can save up some money to move. i'm dying here and i gotta get out asap. the depression of living here is affecting every part of my life
 
My little brother is a drug addict and for the past five years my family has made excuses for him and tried to help him. I don't care about him and was happy when he was locked up for a year and wish he stayed in there.

I've grown a little colder and distant with time.

Same story with me, except it's an older brother.
 
I confess in my youth I tried on many occasions to move objects with The Force.
 
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