Hello!
I thought of this idea while alone in bed with Netflix in the background and Taco Bell residue all over me *cries*
So anyway!
In this forum, you will confess the weirdest, worst, embarrassing, or funniest thing you have ever did!
You can make an anonymous account or use your main, whatever’s comfortable for you!
I do have some rules to keep this a friendly lil’ chat
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Do not shame people, I will report you in a second!
Do not confess something super illegal, if you must do that, please report it to your local police station!
If the confession has something NSFW or just super gross, try to hint it so that we don’t get scarring images in our heads
Please note that this forum is for laughs, fun, or even just getting something off your chest.
{Enjoy!}
I thought of this idea while alone in bed with Netflix in the background and Taco Bell residue all over me *cries*
So anyway!
In this forum, you will confess the weirdest, worst, embarrassing, or funniest thing you have ever did!
You can make an anonymous account or use your main, whatever’s comfortable for you!
I do have some rules to keep this a friendly lil’ chat
~~~~~~~
Do not shame people, I will report you in a second!
Do not confess something super illegal, if you must do that, please report it to your local police station!
If the confession has something NSFW or just super gross, try to hint it so that we don’t get scarring images in our heads
Please note that this forum is for laughs, fun, or even just getting something off your chest.
{Enjoy!}
So, there was this girl that my friend was dating (let’s call her Jill), and she really loved her, like she would give Jill her heart and soul. But one day Jill kept ignoring her, and started to talk to another girl! (Let’s call her sally) So, being the good friend I am, I stalked Jill and Sally.
I soon found out that Jill was cheating on my friend for sally, and they were saying mean things about her too! So I took matters into my own hands, I bought 150 cockroaches and released them into sally’s Bag. Jill immediately broke up with Sally because of it and stayed with my friend.
Poor Sally was suspended because the cockroaches laid eggs and got the school infested. I honestly don’t feel bad at all!
I soon found out that Jill was cheating on my friend for sally, and they were saying mean things about her too! So I took matters into my own hands, I bought 150 cockroaches and released them into sally’s Bag. Jill immediately broke up with Sally because of it and stayed with my friend.
Poor Sally was suspended because the cockroaches laid eggs and got the school infested. I honestly don’t feel bad at all!
Okay, I made an anonymous account because I might just spill all of my secrets here lol. So, in 6th grade, I really like this boy, so I tried to impress him by walking away with a hair flip......well.....I ended up hitting my head on a pole, it shocked me so much that I slipped and slid across the cafeteria floor, leaving a long trail of blood. I also knocked over like, eight other kids soooo....let’s just say the school nurse hated me after that.
An awesome roll
Once, I took of running down a very small hill. I somersaulted forward and rolled right back to my feet to keep running. My friend told me how awesome it was.
It was completely an accident. I tripped, but had just enough momentum that I ended up upright again and it looked totally natural and intentional.
I ran over myself
While visiting some relatives, I got to ride their quads around the little sort-of paths they'd built up behind their house. A friend of theirs and my mom were watching, the former to ensure I didn't hurt myself. All was going well.
Then I went over one large bump just slightly too fast. I slipped off the quad and it stopped on my leg, pinning me. Mom and dude ran over. Mom's panicking. I'm laughing my butt off because I just ran over myself. Dude gets the thing off me. I'm fine.
Except I stepped on a chewed up bottle cap a little later. That hurt.
Once, I took of running down a very small hill. I somersaulted forward and rolled right back to my feet to keep running. My friend told me how awesome it was.
It was completely an accident. I tripped, but had just enough momentum that I ended up upright again and it looked totally natural and intentional.
I ran over myself
While visiting some relatives, I got to ride their quads around the little sort-of paths they'd built up behind their house. A friend of theirs and my mom were watching, the former to ensure I didn't hurt myself. All was going well.
Then I went over one large bump just slightly too fast. I slipped off the quad and it stopped on my leg, pinning me. Mom and dude ran over. Mom's panicking. I'm laughing my butt off because I just ran over myself. Dude gets the thing off me. I'm fine.
Except I stepped on a chewed up bottle cap a little later. That hurt.
Novalyyn wrote:
An awesome roll
Once, I took of running down a very small hill. I somersaulted forward and rolled right back to my feet to keep running. My friend told me how awesome it was.
It was completely an accident. I tripped, but had just enough momentum that I ended up upright again and it looked totally natural and intentional.
I ran over myself
While visiting some relatives, I got to ride their quads around the little sort-of paths they'd built up behind their house. A friend of theirs and my mom were watching, the former to ensure I didn't hurt myself. All was going well.
Then I went over one large bump just slightly too fast. I slipped off the quad and it stopped on my leg, pinning me. Mom and dude ran over. Mom's panicking. I'm laughing my butt off because I just ran over myself. Dude gets the thing off me. I'm fine.
Except I stepped on a chewed up bottle cap a little later. That hurt.
Once, I took of running down a very small hill. I somersaulted forward and rolled right back to my feet to keep running. My friend told me how awesome it was.
It was completely an accident. I tripped, but had just enough momentum that I ended up upright again and it looked totally natural and intentional.
I ran over myself
While visiting some relatives, I got to ride their quads around the little sort-of paths they'd built up behind their house. A friend of theirs and my mom were watching, the former to ensure I didn't hurt myself. All was going well.
Then I went over one large bump just slightly too fast. I slipped off the quad and it stopped on my leg, pinning me. Mom and dude ran over. Mom's panicking. I'm laughing my butt off because I just ran over myself. Dude gets the thing off me. I'm fine.
Except I stepped on a chewed up bottle cap a little later. That hurt.
If I were to fall down a hill like that, my neck would just snap right then and there lol
I had a good laugh at your second story, like, how tho?
That1Gurly wrote:
If I were to fall down a hill like that, my neck would just snap right then and there lol
That1Gurly wrote:
I had a good laugh at your second story, like, how tho?
Convinced I was the "hero" of this story, I stood between a bear in my drunk friends so they'd have time to run off. I was pretty young at the time, as were they, and I was the tallest of the bunch, so it made "sense" to me that I'd distract the bear.
Said bear decided the correct response was to stand on its hind legs, roar violently into my face, and swat me into a tree. I still have the scar.
Said bear decided the correct response was to stand on its hind legs, roar violently into my face, and swat me into a tree. I still have the scar.
I worked as a caregiver for the developmentally disabled for 3 years, which meant a lot of lifting other people. I was very poor at the time due to circumstances and couldn't afford new clothes when I needed them, much less when I wanted them. So most of my clothes were threadbare or close to it.
Ended up splitting an old pair of jeans from the crotch to mid thigh while lifting someone into their wheelchair. I had to of course lift them out of it later because I had been assigned to deep clean said wheelchair. While doing this, the business' owner's husband and friend came to visit. I didn't realize yet that I'd split my pants and was squatting down there getting into the corners of the wheelchair. Owners husband and friend got full view of my bright red undies. Worst part? I couldn't go home and change because it isn't a job where you can leave without another worker to take your place by law. I had to finish my 24 hour shift with my pants ripped. Definitely ranks up there.
Ended up splitting an old pair of jeans from the crotch to mid thigh while lifting someone into their wheelchair. I had to of course lift them out of it later because I had been assigned to deep clean said wheelchair. While doing this, the business' owner's husband and friend came to visit. I didn't realize yet that I'd split my pants and was squatting down there getting into the corners of the wheelchair. Owners husband and friend got full view of my bright red undies. Worst part? I couldn't go home and change because it isn't a job where you can leave without another worker to take your place by law. I had to finish my 24 hour shift with my pants ripped. Definitely ranks up there.
AlexSilverX wrote:
Said bear decided the correct response was to stand on its hind legs, roar violently into my face, and swat me into a tree. I still have the scar.
Somehow that seems like the correct bear response lol...Glad you only have a scar! What kind of bear was it?
Selkieborn wrote:
I worked as a caregiver for the developmentally disabled for 3 years, which meant a lot of lifting other people. I was very poor at the time due to circumstances and couldn't afford new clothes when I needed them, much less when I wanted them. So most of my clothes were threadbare or close to it.
Ended up splitting an old pair of jeans from the crotch to mid thigh while lifting someone into their wheelchair. I had to of course lift them out of it later because I had been assigned to deep clean said wheelchair. While doing this, the business' owner's husband and friend came to visit. I didn't realize yet that I'd split my pants and was squatting down there getting into the corners of the wheelchair. Owners husband and friend got full view of my bright red undies. Worst part? I couldn't go home and change because it isn't a job where you can leave without another worker to take your place by law. I had to finish my 24 hour shift with my pants ripped. Definitely ranks up there.
Ended up splitting an old pair of jeans from the crotch to mid thigh while lifting someone into their wheelchair. I had to of course lift them out of it later because I had been assigned to deep clean said wheelchair. While doing this, the business' owner's husband and friend came to visit. I didn't realize yet that I'd split my pants and was squatting down there getting into the corners of the wheelchair. Owners husband and friend got full view of my bright red undies. Worst part? I couldn't go home and change because it isn't a job where you can leave without another worker to take your place by law. I had to finish my 24 hour shift with my pants ripped. Definitely ranks up there.
Yep, that's a good one! Yipes. Reminds me of when I somehow split my shorts in PE, in middle school, while we were jogging.
Another one of mine is, I had to wear my mom's dress shoes to a band concert, because I didn't own any dress shoes, and they were 2 sizes too big. Argh. The agony of embarrassment as a high schooler and middle schooler.
So...it's really cool that you did that job for 3 years. (((RESPECT!))). It takes a special kind of person to work with that population of people for that amount of time.
I've substitute taught in a lot of Life Skills classrooms, so I can relate a bit.
Well this happened when I was like 10 or so years old and somewhat embarrasses me to this day. When I was 10 years old my parents took me and my 2 years younger than me brother to England for the first time and well it was the first time on an airplane for me We landed in Manchester Airport but because this was my first time flying I was totally unprepared for how it'd feel when we landed in the Airport and because it was rainy at the time the pilot had to land the plane kind of strangely(I think I'm not sure) and well when we landed I was so dizzy and out of it that I almost tripped when getting off the plane.
Okay, I have a little story for you guys!
So my friend and I were talking (this was in 7th grade). We were chatting about random things, food, games, books, etc. And on that day, I decided to wear a tank top, now I was one of the few who had bigger.......bodonkas....... Not to mention my friend was a boy. So while we were talking, he kept looking down at them, I didn’t mind. He was my best friend.
And then suddenly, HE DECIDES TO SQUEEZE ONE. Not to mention we were IN PUBLIC OUTSIDE OF OUR SCHOOL. I just stood there, he then says in a Mickey Mouse voice, “Golly gee you’re squishy!”. I laughed my butt off, while also freaking out because he just randomly squeezed one of the twins.
It was a good day though, I found $20 on the bus ride home.
So my friend and I were talking (this was in 7th grade). We were chatting about random things, food, games, books, etc. And on that day, I decided to wear a tank top, now I was one of the few who had bigger.......bodonkas....... Not to mention my friend was a boy. So while we were talking, he kept looking down at them, I didn’t mind. He was my best friend.
And then suddenly, HE DECIDES TO SQUEEZE ONE. Not to mention we were IN PUBLIC OUTSIDE OF OUR SCHOOL. I just stood there, he then says in a Mickey Mouse voice, “Golly gee you’re squishy!”. I laughed my butt off, while also freaking out because he just randomly squeezed one of the twins.
It was a good day though, I found $20 on the bus ride home.
An Embarassing Lie
This happened when I was in Year 5. I remember it clearly that the mid-year exam has just ended, and I was talking to a friend really animatedly about something that had supposedly happened when I was still in kindergarten.
I am not sure why I said it, but I told her that I actually ‘defeated’ three other children at the playground and somehow tied them together with a hose? I recall it very clearly because another student, who was from the same kindergarten was sitting right beside us when I told my friend about it, and was incredibly embarassed and terrified at being caught lying red-handed, and terrified at the prospect of him telling her the truth; the truth is that I was a major crybaby as a child, and never dared to speak up no matter what happened, pretty much cried every morning I have to go to kindergarten and sat in the corner, sticking to two other girls that sat near me at all times even though we aren’t exactly friends.
Recalling it now, I still want to bury my face in my hands and ask my 10 years old self, ‘why’
Priorities
Well, I am very attached to my mother as a kid. This is definitely shorter than the above one, but I actually fell out of a swing and got a pretty deep wound on my chin that needed several stitches when I was about 7 or 8 years old.
My stepfather was only a meter or two away from me when I fell, but instead of asking him for help, I stood up without saying anything, pressed the collar of my shirt to my chin and literally ignored him and ran all the way to the front of the house (He had a bungalow) and into the front door, through the living room, and into the kitchen to get my mom.
She was pretty shocked, obviously, the front of my shirt had a pretty big red stain on it. XDDD
Intense Power-walking
My glasses fell off because I an so concentrated on walking. I am not joking, it was really intense for me. 10 year old me had to walk nearly 1km, under scorching hot sun, carrying a heavy bag, to get back home one time, and I only noticed that one of the one of the lenses of my glasses fell off on the way.
I was literally so dizzy and tired that I didn’t notice when one of the lens fell off lmao.
This happened when I was in Year 5. I remember it clearly that the mid-year exam has just ended, and I was talking to a friend really animatedly about something that had supposedly happened when I was still in kindergarten.
I am not sure why I said it, but I told her that I actually ‘defeated’ three other children at the playground and somehow tied them together with a hose? I recall it very clearly because another student, who was from the same kindergarten was sitting right beside us when I told my friend about it, and was incredibly embarassed and terrified at being caught lying red-handed, and terrified at the prospect of him telling her the truth; the truth is that I was a major crybaby as a child, and never dared to speak up no matter what happened, pretty much cried every morning I have to go to kindergarten and sat in the corner, sticking to two other girls that sat near me at all times even though we aren’t exactly friends.
Recalling it now, I still want to bury my face in my hands and ask my 10 years old self, ‘why’
Priorities
Well, I am very attached to my mother as a kid. This is definitely shorter than the above one, but I actually fell out of a swing and got a pretty deep wound on my chin that needed several stitches when I was about 7 or 8 years old.
My stepfather was only a meter or two away from me when I fell, but instead of asking him for help, I stood up without saying anything, pressed the collar of my shirt to my chin and literally ignored him and ran all the way to the front of the house (He had a bungalow) and into the front door, through the living room, and into the kitchen to get my mom.
She was pretty shocked, obviously, the front of my shirt had a pretty big red stain on it. XDDD
Intense Power-walking
My glasses fell off because I an so concentrated on walking. I am not joking, it was really intense for me. 10 year old me had to walk nearly 1km, under scorching hot sun, carrying a heavy bag, to get back home one time, and I only noticed that one of the one of the lenses of my glasses fell off on the way.
I was literally so dizzy and tired that I didn’t notice when one of the lens fell off lmao.
I was on a Disney Cruise last year for spring break. They had a Star Wars Day at Sea, which meant: COSPLAY! Of course, I dressed like Rey and ran around the ship all decked out in my brand new gear, lightsaber in hand. Well, a group of kids saw me and asked if I could teach them how to lightsaber fight. I agreed. Having been in numerous contests and winning a couple, I figured it would be no big deal. Wrong. This one kid was actually a Jedi, I swear. He was brilliant. We fought for a while, parrying back and forth...and then the next thing I knew, I had tumbled down the stairs leading to the lobby. And if it wasn't embarrassing enough: I split my pants from the front of the crotch all the way to the back. Luckily, my tunic covered most of the damage, but I had no way to patch them up!
Skrifa wrote:
I was on a Disney Cruise last year for spring break. They had a Star Wars Day at Sea, which meant: COSPLAY! Of course, I dressed like Rey and ran around the ship all decked out in my brand new gear, lightsaber in hand. Well, a group of kids saw me and asked if I could teach them how to lightsaber fight. I agreed. Having been in numerous contests and winning a couple, I figured it would be no big deal. Wrong. This one kid was actually a Jedi, I swear. He was brilliant. We fought for a while, parrying back and forth...and then the next thing I knew, I had tumbled down the stairs leading to the lobby. And if it wasn't embarrassing enough: I split my pants from the front of the crotch all the way to the back. Luckily, my tunic covered most of the damage, but I had no way to patch them up!
See, that just sounds cool.
Embarrassing, perhaps...but the coolness outweighs the embarrassment factor! Haha
This sounds incredibly fun and it took me a while to think of something appropriate, so here goes!
I think I was 15 when this happened and on the way to my boyfriend's at the time. I was not the smartest because to get to his place, I had to walk through downtown, and it might have been midnight-2am. I'm walking alone, the streets resembled more of an abandoned movie set than real, but anyway- this guy came out of nowhere, and stopped me. Needless to say, I'm a bit apprehensive, but okay, I let him talk. He begs me for money, okay no surprise there, I live in a city with a lot of homeless, but he's asking because he can get a room at a well known hostel up the street from us and they offered him a spare room at a discount of $12 (this was 16 years ago, so).
I told him honestly that all I had on me was a 5 dollar bill, and he just burst into pleadings. He had 5 bucks already so this would be a major help. I felt for the guy, but in my city, we also have a huge drug problem, so while I didn't want to give my money up for this guy's next fix, he could be telling me the truth. He didn't look too dishevelled, in terms that he looked that at the latest he had a shower 3 days ago, and he was being super nice. Me, being the kinda nutter teenager that I was I acquiesced. I told him "All right, fine. I'll give you my 5 bucks. But!- (here's where my audacity knows no bounds) you gotta strip for it."
Okay. Breathe. I totally did tell him that, and his face screwed up potentially how yours is right now, but I explained "I wanna check you for tracks." To my utmost surprise, he started stripping in the middle of downtown on the corner of the sidewalk. He literally stripped for 5 bucks at a 15 year old's request, (to his boxers though! Nothing nasty.) And he seriously let me check in between his toes, the backs of his knees, anywhere I could think of as a viable place. He didn't have any, so I happily handed over my 5 dollars, and I watched him get dressed again and try the hostel with his now 10 dollars.
It is a awkward, funny memory now. But I'm really glad he probably got a room for the night. 5 dollars well spent?
I think I was 15 when this happened and on the way to my boyfriend's at the time. I was not the smartest because to get to his place, I had to walk through downtown, and it might have been midnight-2am. I'm walking alone, the streets resembled more of an abandoned movie set than real, but anyway- this guy came out of nowhere, and stopped me. Needless to say, I'm a bit apprehensive, but okay, I let him talk. He begs me for money, okay no surprise there, I live in a city with a lot of homeless, but he's asking because he can get a room at a well known hostel up the street from us and they offered him a spare room at a discount of $12 (this was 16 years ago, so).
I told him honestly that all I had on me was a 5 dollar bill, and he just burst into pleadings. He had 5 bucks already so this would be a major help. I felt for the guy, but in my city, we also have a huge drug problem, so while I didn't want to give my money up for this guy's next fix, he could be telling me the truth. He didn't look too dishevelled, in terms that he looked that at the latest he had a shower 3 days ago, and he was being super nice. Me, being the kinda nutter teenager that I was I acquiesced. I told him "All right, fine. I'll give you my 5 bucks. But!- (here's where my audacity knows no bounds) you gotta strip for it."
Okay. Breathe. I totally did tell him that, and his face screwed up potentially how yours is right now, but I explained "I wanna check you for tracks." To my utmost surprise, he started stripping in the middle of downtown on the corner of the sidewalk. He literally stripped for 5 bucks at a 15 year old's request, (to his boxers though! Nothing nasty.) And he seriously let me check in between his toes, the backs of his knees, anywhere I could think of as a viable place. He didn't have any, so I happily handed over my 5 dollars, and I watched him get dressed again and try the hostel with his now 10 dollars.
It is a awkward, funny memory now. But I'm really glad he probably got a room for the night. 5 dollars well spent?
Well when I was 13/14 I was super lonely and tended to make up friends so that no one thought I was as much of a loser as I thought I was at the time. It was all pretty harmless, the occasional, "yeah I went to the part with some friends, Tessa was there. Oh you know Tessa? Yeah she's from *this other city*" and no one really mentioned anything at school or seemed to not believe me. (I did have friends, but they were friends that only hung out with me at the breakfast and lunch table and this was who I would talk to about my other friends outside of school.)
However, at one point they all got boyfriend and girlfriends at the same time, some were dating each other and I felt really left out, so I made up a boyfriend... Here's the issue. I said he lived two cities away, and that his name was... 'Snake.'
Needless to say it was obvious no one believed me no matter how hard I tried. "Snake" was 15, had snakebite piercings, shaggy black hair, and was very stereotypical emo, which was really in at the same, everyone was obsessed with Andy Biersack.
Everyone just played along with me for some reason, and even though I know they knew I was lying, and they knew I knew, they just continued playing along with me until it had been 6 months since 'Snake' had been created, and by that point I'd also created 'Guido' (didn't know the history of that at the time) who was Snake's best friend, they were starting a band together and I frequently went to their sessions as they were trying to get things set up, helped them write songs, and hung out with a girl named Isabella, who knew Andy Biersack and was secretly dating him, and he'd once stopped by to hang out but everyone had to leave before I could call my friend Ashley who wanted to talk to all of them.
Then 'Snake' ran away from home, 'Guido' followed after him a week later, and I was so distressed because I had no contact with them and even Isabella had stopped answering my calls and messages and I was worried I did something wrong. Andy was getting far to famous to ever hang out with me... I never had contact with them ever again...
It was insane. I hate that 1. I felt like I had to lie in order for people to like me when I was younger because I wasn't really a liar. I was from an abusive home and lying got me seriously punished, but 2. I think it went so far because I've always been creative and since they wre playing along with me I just went all out.
Thankfully it didn't really do any harm, and was just amusing in the end for everyone listening to my little stories. I think Ashley even joined in at one point and pretended to be dating one of them too. It was one big story that everyone was seeing how long it would last before I found some way to write the characters out of my life so I didn't have to 'prove' anything lol.
I did a lot of weird things when I was a preteen and teenager. I can't even lie to save my own life now, I hate lying, but when I was 13... man that was a crazy jungle of lies.
However, at one point they all got boyfriend and girlfriends at the same time, some were dating each other and I felt really left out, so I made up a boyfriend... Here's the issue. I said he lived two cities away, and that his name was... 'Snake.'
Needless to say it was obvious no one believed me no matter how hard I tried. "Snake" was 15, had snakebite piercings, shaggy black hair, and was very stereotypical emo, which was really in at the same, everyone was obsessed with Andy Biersack.
Everyone just played along with me for some reason, and even though I know they knew I was lying, and they knew I knew, they just continued playing along with me until it had been 6 months since 'Snake' had been created, and by that point I'd also created 'Guido' (didn't know the history of that at the time) who was Snake's best friend, they were starting a band together and I frequently went to their sessions as they were trying to get things set up, helped them write songs, and hung out with a girl named Isabella, who knew Andy Biersack and was secretly dating him, and he'd once stopped by to hang out but everyone had to leave before I could call my friend Ashley who wanted to talk to all of them.
Then 'Snake' ran away from home, 'Guido' followed after him a week later, and I was so distressed because I had no contact with them and even Isabella had stopped answering my calls and messages and I was worried I did something wrong. Andy was getting far to famous to ever hang out with me... I never had contact with them ever again...
It was insane. I hate that 1. I felt like I had to lie in order for people to like me when I was younger because I wasn't really a liar. I was from an abusive home and lying got me seriously punished, but 2. I think it went so far because I've always been creative and since they wre playing along with me I just went all out.
Thankfully it didn't really do any harm, and was just amusing in the end for everyone listening to my little stories. I think Ashley even joined in at one point and pretended to be dating one of them too. It was one big story that everyone was seeing how long it would last before I found some way to write the characters out of my life so I didn't have to 'prove' anything lol.
I did a lot of weird things when I was a preteen and teenager. I can't even lie to save my own life now, I hate lying, but when I was 13... man that was a crazy jungle of lies.
damnationfromafar wrote:
Well when I was 13/14 I was super lonely and tended to make up friends so that no one thought I was as much of a loser as I thought I was at the time. It was all pretty harmless, the occasional, "yeah I went to the part with some friends, Tessa was there. Oh you know Tessa? Yeah she's from *this other city*" and no one really mentioned anything at school or seemed to not believe me. (I did have friends, but they were friends that only hung out with me at the breakfast and lunch table and this was who I would talk to about my other friends outside of school.)
However, at one point they all got boyfriend and girlfriends at the same time, some were dating each other and I felt really left out, so I made up a boyfriend... Here's the issue. I said he lived two cities away, and that his name was... 'Snake.'
Needless to say it was obvious no one believed me no matter how hard I tried. "Snake" was 15, had snakebite piercings, shaggy black hair, and was very stereotypical emo, which was really in at the same, everyone was obsessed with Andy Biersack.
Everyone just played along with me for some reason, and even though I know they knew I was lying, and they knew I knew, they just continued playing along with me until it had been 6 months since 'Snake' had been created, and by that point I'd also created 'Guido' (didn't know the history of that at the time) who was Snake's best friend, they were starting a band together and I frequently went to their sessions as they were trying to get things set up, helped them write songs, and hung out with a girl named Isabella, who knew Andy Biersack and was secretly dating him, and he'd once stopped by to hang out but everyone had to leave before I could call my friend Ashley who wanted to talk to all of them.
Then 'Snake' ran away from home, 'Guido' followed after him a week later, and I was so distressed because I had no contact with them and even Isabella had stopped answering my calls and messages and I was worried I did something wrong. Andy was getting far to famous to ever hang out with me... I never had contact with them ever again...
It was insane. I hate that 1. I felt like I had to lie in order for people to like me when I was younger because I wasn't really a liar. I was from an abusive home and lying got me seriously punished, but 2. I think it went so far because I've always been creative and since they wre playing along with me I just went all out.
Thankfully it didn't really do any harm, and was just amusing in the end for everyone listening to my little stories. I think Ashley even joined in at one point and pretended to be dating one of them too. It was one big story that everyone was seeing how long it would last before I found some way to write the characters out of my life so I didn't have to 'prove' anything lol.
I did a lot of weird things when I was a preteen and teenager. I can't even lie to save my own life now, I hate lying, but when I was 13... man that was a crazy jungle of lies.
However, at one point they all got boyfriend and girlfriends at the same time, some were dating each other and I felt really left out, so I made up a boyfriend... Here's the issue. I said he lived two cities away, and that his name was... 'Snake.'
Needless to say it was obvious no one believed me no matter how hard I tried. "Snake" was 15, had snakebite piercings, shaggy black hair, and was very stereotypical emo, which was really in at the same, everyone was obsessed with Andy Biersack.
Everyone just played along with me for some reason, and even though I know they knew I was lying, and they knew I knew, they just continued playing along with me until it had been 6 months since 'Snake' had been created, and by that point I'd also created 'Guido' (didn't know the history of that at the time) who was Snake's best friend, they were starting a band together and I frequently went to their sessions as they were trying to get things set up, helped them write songs, and hung out with a girl named Isabella, who knew Andy Biersack and was secretly dating him, and he'd once stopped by to hang out but everyone had to leave before I could call my friend Ashley who wanted to talk to all of them.
Then 'Snake' ran away from home, 'Guido' followed after him a week later, and I was so distressed because I had no contact with them and even Isabella had stopped answering my calls and messages and I was worried I did something wrong. Andy was getting far to famous to ever hang out with me... I never had contact with them ever again...
It was insane. I hate that 1. I felt like I had to lie in order for people to like me when I was younger because I wasn't really a liar. I was from an abusive home and lying got me seriously punished, but 2. I think it went so far because I've always been creative and since they wre playing along with me I just went all out.
Thankfully it didn't really do any harm, and was just amusing in the end for everyone listening to my little stories. I think Ashley even joined in at one point and pretended to be dating one of them too. It was one big story that everyone was seeing how long it would last before I found some way to write the characters out of my life so I didn't have to 'prove' anything lol.
I did a lot of weird things when I was a preteen and teenager. I can't even lie to save my own life now, I hate lying, but when I was 13... man that was a crazy jungle of lies.
Hahahahahaha.
That's really funny, Damnation.
Reminds me of my best friend, who, in 5th grade, told everyone she was the younger cousin of Joey MacIntyre, a singer in New Kids on the Block (which was huge at the time), and that eventually she was going to join the band but had to wait until one of the other members (such as Jordan) left to have a family.
I was so gullible...and she was SUCH a good actress and
animated personality...I believed the first part, but then once she said she was joining the band I had doubts...but I loved her. She made my life so interesting. She was always running away from home, and coming over to my house. Her mom and her clashed. I'm still best friends with her.
I guess I need to confess something since I'm posting in this thread.
Let's see...
When I was younger, I prank called someone and pretended to be from the Bexar County Sheriff's Department and calling him about a ticket that had not been paid and was going to turn into a warrant. I left a message every time.
I kept calling every day and one day, somebody answered! They said, "I called the Bexar County Sheriff's department and you're not going to get away with this. Don't call me again." I was terrified! I hung up and never prank called anyone again. Lol. I don't know what got into me that made me wanna do that. I was bored.
Another time, I put a combination lock I found on somebody's electric box after turning off their electricity, and then ran back into the woods and staked out the scene of my crime and watched for the person to come outside to the electric box to flip the switch back on. When he found it locked, it was too easy, he found a way to clip it off.
I don't know why I did things like that, I think I was just trying to get attention. Outside of those two things, yeah, I was the compliant, nerdy, slightly strange kid that teachers liked and other kids weren't sure how to interact with.
Y'all got such cute stories. I'd probably be put off sharing these, if it weren't for my negative amounts of shame. :^)
Most recently, I was six feet under the influence of alcohol at a festival, and forgot to lock the door of one of those portable toilets when I went to use it. Since the toilets were extremely crowded (40,000 people at the festival, and all) someone inevitably walked in to behold me spread-eagle and half-asleep on the loo. I screamed, he screamed, and we both had a good giggle. I was too drunk to react in any other way.
The most embarrassing incident in my childhood I can recall happened when I was around 9ish. I was a bit of a street hoodlum in my single digits, and one my friends had gotten hold of a can of spray paint. Naturally, being the absolutely hilarious girl I am, I thought it'd be a killer to spray a ((lewd male image)) on the pavement. I thought I'd gotten away with it, but as I was walking away a notoriously grumpy old neighbour stepped out his garden asking "did you do that?" I thought he was asking expectantly because he'd seen me do it, so I just stood their like a massive plonker and said "yeah."
Took me a good while to scrub it off, lest my dad lose his mind upon finding out.
I have a whole host of repulsively embarrassing stories, but I'll spare you those for another day.
Most recently, I was six feet under the influence of alcohol at a festival, and forgot to lock the door of one of those portable toilets when I went to use it. Since the toilets were extremely crowded (40,000 people at the festival, and all) someone inevitably walked in to behold me spread-eagle and half-asleep on the loo. I screamed, he screamed, and we both had a good giggle. I was too drunk to react in any other way.
The most embarrassing incident in my childhood I can recall happened when I was around 9ish. I was a bit of a street hoodlum in my single digits, and one my friends had gotten hold of a can of spray paint. Naturally, being the absolutely hilarious girl I am, I thought it'd be a killer to spray a ((lewd male image)) on the pavement. I thought I'd gotten away with it, but as I was walking away a notoriously grumpy old neighbour stepped out his garden asking "did you do that?" I thought he was asking expectantly because he'd seen me do it, so I just stood their like a massive plonker and said "yeah."
Took me a good while to scrub it off, lest my dad lose his mind upon finding out.
I have a whole host of repulsively embarrassing stories, but I'll spare you those for another day.
I really thought I was hot stuff, got in a fight with a friend
I was in year 5th Grade and I had this HUGE crush on someone. They were my crush from second grade to 5th until it was revealed to me that they were using me to make someone else pay attention to them more. One day, I decided that I was gonna look smokin' awesome and wore this horrible dark golden-brown plastic-y pleather/vinyl outfit to school. Pants and jacket. I felt like I was a superstar in leather clothes and they made this really sharp swish swish noise everywhere I moved. I thought I looked like a real bad boy.
Well, this happened to be the day I had found out my crush was using my attention to get someone else's... This prompted some weird logic in my mind that it was all my friend Marcalene's fault. I got really upset because she was friends with the person my crush wanted the attention of and I just felt bad all around. Well, in this fight with my friend I declared with VENGEANCE that she was NOT invited to MY birthday party and she should be jealous because my birthday party was for everyone EXCEPT her and we were going to Chucky Cheezes. The most amazing place for any little kid to go for a birthday. (I was lying, my parents were so not taking me there and I had absolutely no party planned because it was March and my birthday wasn't until a year later in February.)
I stormed out of class with the attention of the other kids on me because I'd just yelled about Chucky Cheezes. I was just hoping my crush had seen it and thought "man, such a tough guy."
I shoved myself in a locker.
._. I was really tiny in grade 5, and I came to this realization that I was small enough to actually fit inside my locker. Welp! I was going to hide inthere. I ended up hiding inmy locker for a good hour. My parents were called because my teacher's couldn't find me despite me being directly outside my classroom. I had a good time! I enjoyed the quiet to myself. lol I did not enjoy being yelled at and scolded for worrying everyone sick that I had gone missing or run away.
I am bad at math
This is recent enough that it actually happened earlier yesterday.
I somehow added 6 and 4 and got the number 9 in my head. I have no idea how I could have possibly come to that conclusion when I know full well how to add numbers just fine. I don't know how to explain what happened, but I was way off.
I was in year 5th Grade and I had this HUGE crush on someone. They were my crush from second grade to 5th until it was revealed to me that they were using me to make someone else pay attention to them more. One day, I decided that I was gonna look smokin' awesome and wore this horrible dark golden-brown plastic-y pleather/vinyl outfit to school. Pants and jacket. I felt like I was a superstar in leather clothes and they made this really sharp swish swish noise everywhere I moved. I thought I looked like a real bad boy.
Well, this happened to be the day I had found out my crush was using my attention to get someone else's... This prompted some weird logic in my mind that it was all my friend Marcalene's fault. I got really upset because she was friends with the person my crush wanted the attention of and I just felt bad all around. Well, in this fight with my friend I declared with VENGEANCE that she was NOT invited to MY birthday party and she should be jealous because my birthday party was for everyone EXCEPT her and we were going to Chucky Cheezes. The most amazing place for any little kid to go for a birthday. (I was lying, my parents were so not taking me there and I had absolutely no party planned because it was March and my birthday wasn't until a year later in February.
)I stormed out of class with the attention of the other kids on me because I'd just yelled about Chucky Cheezes. I was just hoping my crush had seen it and thought "man, such a tough guy."
I shoved myself in a locker.
._. I was really tiny in grade 5, and I came to this realization that I was small enough to actually fit inside my locker. Welp! I was going to hide inthere. I ended up hiding inmy locker for a good hour. My parents were called because my teacher's couldn't find me despite me being directly outside my classroom. I had a good time! I enjoyed the quiet to myself. lol I did not enjoy being yelled at and scolded for worrying everyone sick that I had gone missing or run away.
I am bad at math
This is recent enough that it actually happened earlier yesterday.
I somehow added 6 and 4 and got the number 9 in my head. I have no idea how I could have possibly come to that conclusion when I know full well how to add numbers just fine. I don't know how to explain what happened, but I was way off.
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