The Confessional Thread

[Dr.Seussicide]

Originally Posted by right-track

You're not kidding...I almost pm'd you the number for a decent shrink.

Haha, no no, it's not that bad, I actually really love life too much to see it all disappear.

[jackhammer]

Originally Posted by downwardspiral

I was never an arse to my friends to be honest, I'd bend over backwards for them but they'd not do the same for me. We all had a massive falling out which just resulted in them not speaking to me any more because of some lies generated by someone else.

It's all in the past now but I'm still sore about it I guess.

Some of this is in reference to your previous posts in this thread.

Remember in life there is ultimately only one person you can ever rely on- and that's yourself and I happen to think that no matter how hard crap gets or how I perceive it to be, I will always survive and never let life beat me.

Every single person get's down at some point in their life and that's just human nature but u know- I kind of still get off on life.

I have episodes where I think the whole world is against me and let it affect me but I never ever get so down and completely blame myself for what happens to me. I really hope I live to be a toothless, cantankerous old bastard (not long to go) that is still fighting whether that is physically, mentally or psychologically.

Life hit's you hard time and time and again but it really gets to me when people want to give up especially in those so young. Life is a war and you won't ultimately win because the outcome is always the same but you can win many battles along the way.

I know I am coming across like some mindless self help guru but life can go fuck itself if it thinks it has beaten you.

[Nine Black Poppies]

Originally Posted by Urban Hatemonger

A friend of mine in the UK was getting married and I was invited so I stayed in her & her husband to be's spare room while I was there.
Anyway the night before the wedding he was staying at his brothers house, All the men & the women went out & got pissed separately. I was the first one back home so I was sitting in bed reading, I hear her get back and she's in a much worse state than I am. I hear her go into her room and a few mins later I hear her come out again. She comes into my room in her underwear, takes that off, sits on the end of the bed & tells me she wants to have sex with me.

I convince her that it's a bad idea and eventually she goes back to her own room.

My confession is all that stuff I fed her about it not being a good idea was a load of crap, I couldn't give a stuff if she went into her wedding with a massive guilt trip or not. The only reason I didn't screw her was i'd already fucked her twice before she was with this guy & didn't think she was good enough to be worth the hassle should it ever come out.

Had I not been with her before I probably would have been up there quicker than a rat up a drainpipe.

This all reminded me of a similar incident that I suppose counts as a confession.

A few years ago I was in a band with a couple dudes--one was my roommate and the other was a guy that I dated a couple of times. It was one of those situations where it never got very far and we just decided it wouldn't work but we liked each other enough to hang out anyway. This fellow had recently started dating another girl whom he was clearly really into and I was (at least acting) fine with that--I hadn't met her yet, but she seemed alright.

So we're practicing (which involves drinking a fair bit, of course) til about 11:30. Then I decide to go to bed while my roommate and this chap go out to the bar that's down the street. I don't know exactly what the conversation they had was, but at around 2:00, I wake up to a knock on my door and he comes in, sits on my bed and asks if he can lie down. Against my better judgement, I tell him yes and we end up f--ing like crazy.

The next morning he wakes up and claims not to have any memory of what happened. I told him I was drunk too and wasn't sure either. That very night, I meet his girlfriend for the first time, we both act like absolutely nothing happened and they date for another year before breaking up (although to my knowledge, she never found out anything).

My confessions about this are 1) obviously I do remember it in great detail, 2) although I didn't do anything conscious to make it happen, I was hoping it would and 3) it remains the best sex I've ever had with a guy, to the point that I'm getting fidgety just thinking about it.

[VEGANGELICA]

Originally Posted by Urban Hatemonger

Had I not been with her before I probably would have been up there quicker than a rat up a drainpipe.

A rat up a drainpipe!

I must confess, the imagery of this description is hard to forget. I am now imagining something like this...



...which pretty much summarizes what sex can be like. :/

[Sansa Stark]

^ Not really. I still love The Spice Girls, that's not a confession cause I don't give a ****. Any female (and several males) who were kids in the 90s all liked NSync/BSB/Spice Girls whoever the **** else.

[Nine Black Poppies]

^ Truth.

[Izzy Stizzlebonk]

I have an imaginary girlfriend.

Originally Posted by Vanilla

and take cough syrup for fun

DJ Screw would be proud.

[someonecompletelyrandom]

Originally Posted by Izzy Stizzlebonk

DJ Screw would be proud.

Aww man. It'll always be too soon.

[CanwllCorfe]

Originally Posted by Dr.Seussicide

My ultimate dream in life is actually really simple, and really cliche, but, it'd just be to have that quintessential idea of a family. I'd really like to have just 2 kids, maybe 3 at the most. Firstly a girl, Lydia and secondly a boy, Alexander. I actually countlessly daydream about this, and I always think that it's only at that point that I'd know the true satisfaction of living. I've never experienced that as yet... I always have temporary moments of happiness, but nothing sustaining, nothing lasting. I'm a complete romantic, just the guy that would probably do anything for that girl that I'd like to say that I'd love, with everything I could possibly offer her. I've only ever loved one girl, and I still do love that same person. A bit hard to stop isn't it? Maybe eventually it would subside... I'd actually really like to see a shrink as well, just to talk to someone about my life, what's bothering me. I'm hardly given the chance to do that. Image and reputation mean so much these days, but I'd really just like to say fuck all of that and be who I truly am. I guess everyone can admit to having those temporary relapses of depression..but maybe it's becoming too frequent...

This sounds so much like me it's scary..

[The Fascinating Turnip]

I might just be a chronically bored, self-pitying, egocentric bastard who constantly talks himself into believing he has feelings when he clearly doesn't.

This makes it quite clearly possible that everything I've ever done with seemingly good intentions has only been done because it's suited my purposes.

Vague confession, but confession nonetheless.