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Post by msfelithatsme on Mar 24, 2007 20:49:54 GMT -5
wow. karma for all of you opening up. this thread reminds me of that place where you write a secret on a postcard and mail it in. they made it into a book.. which i once found featured at barnes and noble. anyone else know what im talking about?
oh and as for a secret from me. when i was little and on vacation with my parents in aruba.. swimming in a pool. i couldnt help it. and i went to the bathroom in the pool.. and i dont mean i peed. OOPS. i was soo ashamed.. i didnt even tell my mom. i just pretended like i suddenly want to leave and go back up to the room..
also, once when i was little i called my mom ugly. and i thought i meant it at the time. eight year olds can be pretty big jerks.
to this day i feel like i need to tell my mom thats not how i feel. im sure she doesnt even remember.
but thats OCD for you. keeps it stuck in my head.
im hoping i will feel better after letting it out here!
----------------------------- EDIT... ---- i actually just called my mom. and told her. and she didnt even remember. <sigh>
when i was 7 or so my younger sister (she was 6) hit me on my leg with the backside of a hairbrush, it pissed me off so bad that i went into the bathroom and whacked myself really hard with the bristle side of the brush so it would leave a mark...then went crying to my mom that sarah had hit me...and i laughed at her while she was getting a spanking. and when we were 5 and 4, she got in trouble for something and my dad was going to spank her, so she went and put on like 6 pairs of shorts under her nightgown so it wouldn't hurt as bad...i waited until after he had spanked her to tell him she had the shorts on so that she got two spankings instead of one...hehehehe... and then when we were like 2 and 1 she was in her walker thingy and i bit her on the head...hard enough to break the skin...my mom has the pics.... but these days we're best friends, and i even got into a fight in high school because some chic was bad-mouthing her....and she made me tell our mom that she was prego at 18 because she didn't want to.....so we love each other and all is balanced in the universe...
"White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high." Jimi Hendrix
heh.... i got in a fight with my sister when i was in 5th grade and she was in fourth at recess because she told everyone i had a kermit the frog toothbrush. good times. we are also best friends now days.
wow. karma for all of you opening up. this thread reminds me of that place where you write a secret on a postcard and mail it in. they made it into a book.. which i once found featured at barnes and noble. anyone else know what im talking about?
postsecret.com - yup I just left that site because they post the new stuff on Sundays
i have been pissed on by a rhino. and not just a tiny bit. more like soaked.
I've been crapped on by a pigeon. This might not sound so bad, but, it happened while I was waiting on line to see the old 'Politically Incorrect' show in NYC, so there were at least 50 people around to see it - oh, and did I mention I'm bald! The damn skyrat targeted my chrome dome and landed a perfect hit right on my head, which then splattered onto my shirt. Of course the friends I was with started laughing and made further spectacle of me in front of the crowd. Soon everyone was laughing and cracking jokes - I started to feel like Carrie at the prom. Good times.
heh.... i got in a fight with my sister when i was in 5th grade and she was in fourth at recess because she told everyone i had a kermit the frog toothbrush. good times. we are also best friends now days.
dude, I used to have a kermit the frog toothbrush!
my neighbor is insane. i think he as an old vietnam war vet. with some war trauna or something. hes up at all hours of the day that i can tell and he speaks to his dogs in vietnamese. one time when we were renovating the house, a contractor was over at the hosue nailing in some nails for a support beam so our ceiling wouldnt cave in (due to a wall recently being removed) and it was 8 in the morning but he hammered maybe ten nails and that was it. our next door neighbor came over with a shotgun and threatened to shoot the contractor if he hamemred one more nail. our neighbors told us that this was not the first time this had happened either with this guy and he had tried to shoot at pets in the neighborhood (the cops took all of his guns away after the last incident but for osme reason he didnt get arrested...). still havent gotten him back though....
Post by jchapmaniv on Mar 25, 2007 22:18:59 GMT -5
When I was younger we used to play with cap guns next to Miss Fays house. She eventually told on us to our parents, so we went and shot more. Then she came over crying to tell pur parents that her daughter had just commited suicide, and took it as her ratting us out again. After that we played more, myself getting intentionally close to her house, basically egging her on. We continued until we heard a real gun, and told my Dad who went to check and saw that she had killed herself. To this day I am convinced she would not have thought to get her gun I went hadn't been playing. And it must have seemed as though we were mocking her and her daughter. A little later her husband died of a broken heart, I assume. Her house became neglected, some neighborhood kids started using it as a play area. Eventually I went in and kicked out some walls, just out of childish nature for destruction. Months later a boy in the neighborhood ran away in a rain storm and took lodging there when it happened to collapse in the area that I defaced and killed him, but not immediately, he suffered, they said. His parents commited suicide shortly hereafter, thinking it was their fault. Somehow I feel as though this fucked-up tragedy is my fault. The church bells that rang out after the boy and his parents were found still echoes when I try to muster any moral authority.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Mar 25, 2007 23:03:06 GMT -5
I just want to thank everyone who has seen fit to contribute to this thread. Regardless of the "severity" of the secret,it can serve as cathartic...and even as a precautionary warning. And yes, sometimes it's just plain light-hearted fun. I also deeply appreciate everyone who treats the people posting here with respect and maturity. Please try to ignore the occasional jackass. Some people are just too childish to approach something like this without trying to flex their grade-school wit.
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When I was younger we used to play with cap guns next to Miss Fays house. She eventually told on us to our parents, so we went and shot more. Then she came over crying to tell pur parents that her daughter had just commited suicide, and took it as her ratting us out again. After that we played more, myself getting intentionally close to her house, basically egging her on. We continued until we heard a real gun, and told my Dad who went to check and saw that she had killed herself. To this day I am convinced she would not have thought to get her gun I went hadn't been playing. And it must have seemed as though we were mocking her and her daughter. A little later her husband died of a broken heart, I assume. Her house became neglected, some neighborhood kids started using it as a play area. Eventually I went in and kicked out some walls, just out of childish nature for destruction. Months later a boy in the neighborhood ran away in a rain storm and took lodging there when it happened to collapse in the area that I defaced and killed him, but not immediately, he suffered, they said. His parents commited suicide shortly hereafter, thinking it was their fault. Somehow I feel as though this fucked-up tragedy is my fault. The church bells that rang out after the boy and his parents were found still echoes when I try to muster any moral authority.
Wow - what a horrible tragedy but you should not blame yourself for any of it - people have free will and they choose to do the things they do - no one makes people make the decisions that they make
i have been pissed on by a rhino. and not just a tiny bit. more like soaked.
when i was 15 i volunteered at the zoo in lansing and one day i was cleaning the moat around the rhino display. well i dont know if youve seen a rhino piss but it just fires out the back like a friggin fire hose. and that thing targeted me. it actually followed me as i ran and got me more. damn rhino!! it was not very pleasent.
i use to show cows at the fairs. one time i had to assist in the mating of two cows, by holdin up the tail of the female so the male had a clear shot. well the bull missed the hole and i ended up being covered from waist to toe in cow juice.
j chapman---- You have a doozy of an imagination. You might consider a career in screen writing, novels, etc. We sure do have a lot of chapmans around here. Are you from SC? Did you really know a Miss Faye? That story is wild!
I own two Abba cd's, but I keep them separate from my main collection and only listen to them when nobody else is around (reminds me one fun month in Benidorm, Spain many moons ago)
i use to show cows at the fairs. one time i had to assist in the mating of two cows, by holdin up the tail of the female so the male had a clear shot. well the bull missed the hole and i ended up being covered from waist to toe in cow juice.
thats nasty!!! on a similar note.....although not really a big secret. we talk about it all the time. but we were at the ingham county fair and cut through the petting zoo. to get out the exit there were 2 cows with their asses facing eachother. 4 of us walked through no problems. but when my last friend went through one of the cows projectile pooed all over my friend. it was nasty. he ended up taking off his pants and throwing them away. and then enjoyed the fair in his boxers for the rest of the evening. it was quite a site. and we had 5 people 2 couples and him. so he was stuck riding the rides with strangers. so random strangers had to ride the rides with some dude in his boxers that smelled like shit. it was one of the funniest evenings of my life.
Post by crazykittensmile on Mar 26, 2007 18:26:58 GMT -5
dudewhersmyinforoo said:
nagchampa said:
i use to show cows at the fairs. one time i had to assist in the mating of two cows, by holdin up the tail of the female so the male had a clear shot. well the bull missed the hole and i ended up being covered from waist to toe in cow juice.
thats nasty!!! on a similar note.....although not really a big secret. we talk about it all the time. but we were at the ingham county fair and cut through the petting zoo. to get out the exit there were 2 cows with their asses facing eachother. 4 of us walked through no problems. but when my last friend went through one of the cows projectile pooed all over my friend. it was nasty. he ended up taking off his pants and throwing them away. and then enjoyed the fair in his boxers for the rest of the evening. it was quite a site. and we had 5 people 2 couples and him. so he was stuck riding the rides with strangers. so random strangers had to ride the rides with some dude in his boxers that smelled like nuts. it was one of the funniest evenings of my life.
Post by jchapmaniv on Mar 26, 2007 20:47:16 GMT -5
The story is true, it seems super intense when confined to that little space but in reality it was a little more spaced out than I made clear. Sorry. It is kind of tough to type about, and I guess that it really seems more intense for me, it was my first experience with death, no one I knew had died until then. I am over it now, but I still think of it every time I give advice or criticize others' actions. Usually I think of it more if I am already a little down trodden. I just felt a compelling to share, I have told others about the cap-gun part, but never the wall kicking. I appreciate the audience. I understand your skepticism, but keep in mind that the period of time between the lady and her husband (who were old) and the boy and his parents was probably 6 or so months. Memory fades. Excuse the digression, but I am from AL. I think you are right to spell Faye with the E, a typo on my fault.
When I was 16 in New Zealand, I masturbated in a Maori temple.
Nice!
Man...where haven't I masturbated?! I mean, it's not like I've given up the practice (lol, not by any means), but there was a stretch there that I now refer to as "the chimp years." The only difference was I didn't shriek quite as often as a chimp.
Sometimes when I cough, I pee a little. It's seriously annoying.
And I can't help but wonder if my future marriage will work out, but I have a long time to bail out if need be. I love my fiance dearly, he's my best friend, but he's got some things that I may not be able to deal with forever.
I'm seriously fighting (in my mind) the urge to have a child. I'm not ready, I know I'm not, but the stupid instinct to reproduce is overwhelming sometimes.
Post by billypilgrim on Mar 27, 2007 23:50:14 GMT -5
^^ Cioulbean. Don't underestimate how tolerant men will be of women they love. If you lead him to beleive it's becuse he gets you more turned on than you've ever been, that you just lose control, he'll brag to his friends how you pee on him. In fact, writing this, I'm starting to wonder why my honey never pees on me.
Now shitting, that's a different story. But a little pee, c'mon!
ya i think that was 2 seperate issues. but now we know a little bit more about where billy pilgrim is coming from ;D
my ex peed once. she was almost 9 months pregnant and we went to the hospital and told them her water broke while we were going at it but it turned out it hadnt. they decided it was a bladder issue. oh well. like billypilgrim said, us men arent too hard to keep happy. didnt bother me outside of having to clean the sheets.
and on a similar gross note at a party a coworker of mine went into a room with a girl. he woke up in the morning yelling and it turned out that he puked on her and passed out in the middle of the action. he woke up and she had taken a dump on his chest and left. it was great stuff.
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coul..i know how you feel about the future marriage thing....it would be nice sometimes to get to read the last page first when it comes to relationships... and i had my two kids by the time i was 23, then got my tubes tied at 24....i don't regret having my kids young of course, they're awesome, but sometimes i wonder if i would have been a better, more patient mom if i would've waited until i was like 30 or so. So thats the advice i give people when they ask for it....wait until at least 30 for kids or marriage...enjoy your 20's....
"White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high." Jimi Hendrix
coul..i know how you feel about the future marriage thing....it would be nice sometimes to get to read the last page first when it comes to relationships... and i had my two kids by the time i was 23, then got my tubes tied at 24....i don't regret having my kids young of course, they're awesome, but sometimes i wonder if i would have been a better, more patient mom if i would've waited until i was like 30 or so. So thats the advice i give people when they ask for it....wait until at least 30 for kids or marriage...enjoy your 20's....
Hsaving had 2 kis in my early 20's and then remarrying and having another child at 36 - I can tell you that there is a world of difference in your patience level. Not only that but while I love all 3 of my girls - I can honestly say that I am enjoying the 2 year old in a way that I never enjpyed the others. I am more likely to ignore the housework and all that to just play with her and spoil her and do what she wants to do.
The story is true, it seems super intense when confined to that little space but in reality it was a little more spaced out than I made clear. Sorry. It is kind of tough to type about, and I guess that it really seems more intense for me, it was my first experience with death, no one I knew had died until then. I am over it now, but I still think of it every time I give advice or criticize others' actions. Usually I think of it more if I am already a little down trodden. I just felt a compelling to share, I have told others about the cap-gun part, but never the wall kicking. I appreciate the audience. I understand your skepticism, but keep in mind that the period of time between the lady and her husband (who were old) and the boy and his parents was probably 6 or so months. Memory fades. Excuse the digression, but I am from AL. I think you are right to spell Faye with the E, a typo on my fault.
oh, jchapman, I owe you an apology. I sometimes can really open mouth and insert foot. I am sorry for not believing you had such a bad experience. I don't think I have ever heard such an unlucky set of circumstances. I hope you never again think that you shooting your cap gun had anything at all to do with anyone commiting suicide. That comes from untreated mental illness. I know that many children feel that they are responsible for grown up tragedies and it is such a shame. I hope that now you have matured and that you never ever feel bad about that again.
Believe me, I know the power of a cap gun in the hands of a four or five year old child. I loved my cap guns. I wanted to be a cowgirl when I grew up, so I know the power of those crazy loud pops. I was enamored by Dale Evans and Annie Oakley, I don't know if you have even heard of Dale Evans and her horse Buttermilk. She was married to Roy Rogers. His horse's name was Trigger. When Trigger died, they had him stuffed by a taxidermist and he is still in a museum somewhere. I digress..
I can see how such a powerful set of events would trouble you. So, here's the thing... If it were me, I would accept that fact that I will someday get it all worked out in counseling, and in the meantime, concentrate on the coolest upcoming event to come along in my life for a long time...... Bonnaroo!! and
YAHOO for BONNAROO The best therapy to come along ever!
yes, it was two different topics! Funny! I have peed on him though. I was sitting on top of him and he was tickling me. I warned him that I was going to pee, but he didn't listen.
It's not that I'm afraid that he'll leave me. I'm afraid that I won't be able to deal with certain things that he does. He lets his job affect him too much and gets cranky at home. He holds himself to these really high expectations and then gets upset when he can't meet them. And I always have to drag the real problem out of him when he's upset... it usually involves digging through this layer of defensive statements before we get down to what is really wrong.
Like I said, I love him dearly, but there's no way I can live with a cranky person for the rest of my life.
The kids issue may be another deal breaker in the future. I do want children. I always have. He's not so sure. I know that this could cause a problem, but I also know that a lot of guys are like this when they're young. I like to think he'll come around. If he treats his kids anything like he does his ferrets, he'll be a good dad.
I don't take marriage lightly... I've watched my parents go through many divorces and I'd really rather not deal with that.
I do whatever my Rice Krispies tell me to...
