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Post by nooneknows on Apr 16, 2007 13:51:04 GMT -5
^ Oh I hope you don't think I thought or was saying that you were chickenshit. That is not it at all. I completely understand your reasons for not posting under your username. However, I am a chickenshit and too scared to post my secret under my real user name because I don't want people judging me. I just wanted to get it out there. Maybe by letting loose of it a little, I can overcome it.
Post by mranonymous on Apr 16, 2007 14:02:41 GMT -5
No problem, I know what you were saying. I meant that you shouldn't feel that way either.
Anything that helps you is cool, doesn't matter how you express it. Feel free to PM me if you ever feel like venting or discussing - I'm a terrible dancer, a decent tipper, but a pretty good listener.
Here's some karma for you, I hope that you can overcome it as well
I feel like secrets could crush me. I get tired of carrying a heavy heart. And yet when I compare them to others, I realize they could be much worse. I'm also posting anonymously.
My debt is a little more than my boyfriend is aware of, even after consolidating a lot of credit card debt last year. Now I have more cc debt, and I'm a bit panicked to pay it off. I want to be able to make some big live moves (i.e house) in the next few years and I can't have that on my head. I'm hoping that I can use the balance of what I've freed up on the consolidation loan, but haven't had a chance to call the company yet. I've even considered ebaying the tickets if I can't get it figured out by May, asking for a raise (I've been here a year and whipped my stuff in to shape), or working part time after bonnaroo somewhere like as a waitress or something.
I've been with my man for many years. We've talked about getting married, he's even mentioned ring shopping recently, but I feel like if he doesn't have the will to do it on his own (without my direct ring-purchase input) than he probably doesn't want it as badly as he says. The whole where-theres-a-will thing really weighs a lot on this and distresses me immensely. I feel like I've made it worse by not putting my foot down and giving an ultimatum. We have been living together for more than 5 years. I wonder if any of this makes it that it won't work. We are both laid back types, so that may be more of a culprit than anything. Not to mention still young and closer to 25 than 30. So no ones on fire at the chapel yet.
And that being said, I love him dearly. I want to spend my life with him and see and experience many things with him. We are great friends. He can be cranky (similar to how others have described it), but mostly we get along great, can talk openly, although things like budget get strained. like most folks. But as I get older, I am more bisexual than I realized. I don't think this is a problem for him in theory but I worry that down the road it could be. I've talked about this with my boyfriend before, and really, he indulges in enough porn that I don't think it's even an issue. But people get jealous, so I haven't even considered an alternative relationship stuff. Seems too messy. So maybe just a trip to Vegas would do the trick hehe. Girls are just so pretty.
I think part of my worry is that my mom, who was married to my father for 15 not-so-blissful years, left him when I was 16 and has been with a woman ever since. Yes, my mom is a lesbian. While I'm on very good terms with her, it makes it very hard to define yourself on your own terms. I don't want to be like her. I don't hate men and I quite enjoy their company. She can be quite judgemental (which I guess could be contradictory to her lifestyle). I guess I just always figured I could really be in love with just about anyone despite race creed or gender. although it may be a struggle if you're very strong conservative that listens to just country and gospel. I guess I'm just still at a stage in my life where I'm trying to define myself as separate from my parents.
So sorry for the anonymous, but it feels good to get some of that off my chest. Thanks.
I am no marriage counselor but it sounds like you have a lot of stuff going on in your life without worrying about marriage. If you want some advice, I think you should take a step back and breath. Life does not have to be a such a big rush. My GF of 5.5 years and I recently figured that out also and decided we needed to take a step back if we were ever to move forward. I guess I decided more than her, as I was the one who was sure I wasn't ready to take the next step. At least not yet. And now everyone we mention our situation to says that they or someone they know did the same thing (had a time of seperation to decide what they wanted to do with their lives) before they got married. Good luck! And remember, when it comes to your financial matters, it is only money. Don't let it control who you are. If you need financial help though, seek it. The sooner you do the better you will be.
Wow, I can't believe I just found this thread. Thanks to everyone who has shared their secrets. Knowing that someone else is going through what you're going through is a great help to me. Mr. anonymous... I feel for you, bro. I've been there, and continue to struggle with many of the things you've written.
My secret.... I never made it to Roo last year. I was arrested en route.
Yeah, it wasn't fun. Also, my "friends" who were with me ended up leaving me in jail, and continuing on to Roo without me. The worst part was not knowing what the hell was going on. I kept expecting someone to bail me out, but nope.. didn't happen.
And without my cellphone, I'm really helpless. I had no idea what anyone's phone number was, even if I wanted to call them. Which, I really didn't want to do. "Hi, I'm in jail" is kind of an embarrassing call to make.
Post by ejamesglend on Apr 18, 2007 15:16:39 GMT -5
This probably isn't the best way to start out on this disscussion board(spilling my deepest darkest secrets) but I have a compelling need to vent after all that you fine people have divulged.
First off: Horrible kid/adolecent secrets - I was not so nice to animals growing up. I know that a lot of kids go through this, but still. I was the mass muderer of snails and beetles. I used to rip the heads off of beetles and watch them still move around. So gross now that I think of it. I killed my pet salamander because it "wasn't cool" and I didn't want to take care of it anymore(I've never told anyone that one). I "executed" a lizard I caught because it had killed the other lizard in the cage.
In 7th grade I had a chick friend that I hung out with all the time. One night she was sleeping over and I think, though I'm not sure, that I had a dream of her feeling me up. I basically had my friends gang up on her and they called her a dirty rapeing lesbian. Now I'm really not sure whether it was a dream or reality. Expeshially because I've discovered over the years that I am attracted to women, as much, if not more then men...
"My greatest hope is to laugh as much as cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return" Maya Angelou
"We can't do much about the length of our lives, but we can do plenty about it's width and depth" Evan Esar
"Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen, and thinking what nobody has thought." Albert Szent-Gyorgi
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this
Its not a Secret, its more of a di-ck move on my part, that Karma paid me back for immediatly. (Karma already got me once today, so please dont smite me)
So last night, a bunch of us were watching Lost and drinkin Vodka and smokin stuff, and we all were separating for the evening. I was very drunk and was getting ready to take my friend Kristin home. Well she had purchased a Gram from her brother who was also there, and we were getting ready to go, and i was grabbing stuff on the table, so i grabbed her cigs, someone elses cigs, and her little bag, and put it my pocket with no bad intentions. She was looking for it, and started arguing with her brother about never getting it and something made me not want to say anything and see if he would give her more without a problem. . . . .well he did, and i kept the lil bag . . . . . . .
i got home so late that i had to park on the curb, or like 4 buildings away. So i parked on the curb. I walk outside at 11a this morning to see i have no car in my parking lot. It was towed. So, i had to call in to work, tell them i would be late, find where my car was towed, call my dad, he picked me up, and we went and got it. 150 later, i was on my way to work.
So yeah, Karma got me good, and i guess i deserved it. I dont feel that bad since kristin didnt go home empty handed, and i cant help but wonder how many times in the past her brother has pinched our bags. I guess im trying to justify it in my head.
Its not a Secret, its more of a di-ck move on my part, that Karma paid me back for immediatly. (Karma already got me once today, so please dont smite me)
So last night, a bunch of us were watching Lost and drinkin Vodka and smokin stuff, and we all were separating for the evening. I was very drunk and was getting ready to take my friend Kristin home. Well she had purchased a Gram from her brother who was also there, and we were getting ready to go, and i was grabbing stuff on the table, so i grabbed her cigs, someone elses cigs, and her little bag, and put it my pocket with no bad intentions. She was looking for it, and started arguing with her brother about never getting it and something made me not want to say anything and see if he would give her more without a problem. . . . .well he did, and i kept the lil bag . . . . . . .
i got home so late that i had to park on the curb, or like 4 buildings away. So i parked on the curb. I walk outside at 11a this morning to see i have no car in my parking lot. It was towed. So, i had to call in to work, tell them i would be late, find where my car was towed, call my dad, he picked me up, and we went and got it. 150 later, i was on my way to work.
So yeah, Karma got me good, and i guess i deserved it. I dont feel that bad since kristin didnt go home empty handed, and i cant help but wonder how many times in the past her brother has pinched our bags. I guess im trying to justify it in my head.
Post by unplugdacusticaz on Apr 19, 2007 17:55:43 GMT -5
When I was little, I used to eat chalk dust in my Mom's classroom after school.
This was posted in the bands you are ashamed to say you like thread, but I had an N'sync album that got playing time back in the day.
When I was a child, I had a speech impediment where I would stutter pretty bad. It was annoying. Now that I'm older, I've outgrown it or something because it's not around anymore.
That does feel good telling secrets to people who won't judge you for it.
Post by blazeaway54 on Apr 20, 2007 4:51:22 GMT -5
ejamesglend said:
- I was not so nice to animals growing up. I know that a lot of kids go through this, but still. I was the mass muderer of snails and beetles. I used to rip the heads off of beetles and watch them still move around. So gross now that I think of it. I killed my pet salamander because it "wasn't cool" and I didn't want to take care of it anymore(I've never told anyone that one). I "executed" a lizard I caught because it had killed the other lizard in the cage.
I used to love lizards and all that, but once I buried a frog alive on a dare...I probably regret that as much or more than any other decision I've ever made.
Post by blazeaway54 on Apr 20, 2007 4:55:03 GMT -5
Also, new separate secret...kind of. I can NOT not give money to people on the street when they come up and ask me. Not even always just a little bit of money, depending on what's in my pocket. It drives me nuts, but I can't just walk away. I guess there are probably worse habits to have, but it never feels like a great idea to me.
Post by oleander124 on Apr 20, 2007 8:39:06 GMT -5
mikede said:
Its not a Secret, its more of a di-ck move on my part, that Karma paid me back for immediatly. (Karma already got me once today, so please dont smite me)
So last night, a bunch of us were watching Lost and drinkin Vodka and smokin stuff, and we all were separating for the evening. I was very drunk and was getting ready to take my friend Kristin home. Well she had purchased a Gram from her brother who was also there, and we were getting ready to go, and i was grabbing stuff on the table, so i grabbed her cigs, someone elses cigs, and her little bag, and put it my pocket with no bad intentions. She was looking for it, and started arguing with her brother about never getting it and something made me not want to say anything and see if he would give her more without a problem. . . . .well he did, and i kept the lil bag . . . . . . .
i got home so late that i had to park on the curb, or like 4 buildings away. So i parked on the curb. I walk outside at 11a this morning to see i have no car in my parking lot. It was towed. So, i had to call in to work, tell them i would be late, find where my car was towed, call my dad, he picked me up, and we went and got it. 150 later, i was on my way to work.
So yeah, Karma got me good, and i guess i deserved it. I dont feel that bad since kristin didnt go home empty handed, and i cant help but wonder how many times in the past her brother has pinched our bags. I guess im trying to justify it in my head.
Post by bojangles22 on Apr 21, 2007 11:37:48 GMT -5
I used to be a pretty bad animal abuser when i was little. Still don't know why except that i was just curious. In florida we had a park nearby where i'd catch countless lizards and throw them to thease turkey lookin' birds, and they'd eat all the lizards i'd thow at'em. so i got bored and caught a Huge treefrog and tossed it near the turkey birds,, the bird must have been trying to eat that frog for 20 minutes, and the frog wasn't going quitely like the lizards did,,, it was making this horribly (funny) loud, high pitched croak while the bird was chewing on it untill it finally started swallowing it. I felt a little guilty for putting the frog through all that agony, but i didn't expect the 20 minute death scene to happen.
wow, you know, through that whole story, i didnt even think of that. What does that say . . . . .
I guess you had double the bad karma that night or something!
or maybe he actually had good karma since he didn't cause an accident or kill/hurt himself, his friend or anyone driving home.....getting his car towed is pretty minor compared to anything else that could have happened.... sorry mikede, i don't mean to harp on you or anything, drunk driving is a peeve of mine.....
"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
im a bartender and this guy was drinking jack and cokes all night. the first three i served him were made with the right ratio. he got snotty with me about not putting enough alcohol in his drinks, and the jack and cokes he ordered after that were for the most part 6 dollar cokes. he never even noticed the difference. since then, ive experimented with other customers the same way. Surprisingly, more people didn't notice their drinks were super weak or completely non alcoholic.
Post by hippiehippieshake on Apr 22, 2007 0:31:12 GMT -5
crazykittensmile said:
the first movie to make me cry was: howard the duck
here's a secret: i'm really creeped out by people dressed up as animals and stories and songs that personify animals.
for instance:
and ESPECIALLY the song Piggies by The Beatles
i'm not at all frightened by generic animal costumes, like sports mascots and things, but in that case, i AM frightened of mascot costumes that are cartoon versions of people... sooooo weirdddd
i'm going where the sun keeps shining, thru' the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes. backing off of the north east wind, sailing on summer breeze, and skipping over the ocean like a stone.
