Confessional---Anything To Get Off Your Chest?

[indianasmith]

during my first college go around I almost committed slander and libel in the school newspaper I was doing an internship for

I got in a ton of trouble over the whole thing

I still think about this

I wrote for the underground newspaper at our college.
The official newspaper was called "The East Texan."
Ours was "The East Texan Lite" and the tagline was "One Third Less (something) Than the Regular East Texan."
We wrote whatever we wanted and said "Hey, it's all satire!"

[ER]

"Try to find reasons to be happy," I said to my mother this morning after a long listening session on the phone, sharing one of the tricks that works for me.

Judging by her response I guess that was the wrong thing for me to say.

I called my other parent and said, "So having tried a psychologist, at what point do we call in an exorcist, Dad?"

He.... didn't laugh. Scary.

[RCMerchant]

I was into horror movies until I was a teenager in the late 70's. I still watched them, but I really got turned on by music. And that was what I obbessed with trough the 80's and early 90's. I got back into movies after I bought a vhs player in 1992. I was real poor.

[ER]

This morning I actually lost a Socratic argument with an eleven-year-old.

[ER]

The other day I made up an elaborate joke about a "Swiss Navy knife" which contained a miniature flame thrower, thinking my son would come to understand I was joking, but he didn't, and he later spent time trying to find one online. When I had to explain to him Switzerland was landlocked and I didn't think there was such a thing as a Swiss Navy knife, his disappointment made me feel so guilty I Gorilla glued a Zippo onto a regular Swiss army knife for him, and he was impressed.

[ER]

Sometimes I think the strongest evidence I have in my own life for a person not being entirely in control of her own direction but under the influence of fate, karma, dharma, destiny, or God is the sheer amount of time I have found myself for the last almost thirty years enmeshed with the lives of one particular family, not my own. Sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad, sometimes delightfully so, sometimes tragically, but seemingly inescapably have they been part of my time on this planet, as I have been in theirs, as if I have had little to no choice. I could create a map that might suggest a chain effect of causation that would require no higher plan to it all, yes, but the profound nature of their lives mixing with mine seems to defy something in arguments I could make for either chance or free will.

So what it is?

[RCMerchant]

I have bleeding hemmies. 

[ER]

In the fall of 1996 I wrote President Clinton a letter expressing my regret that I'd miss being old enough to vote for him by seven weeks. I didn't send it.

[Alex]

I was once at the party in a flat where a brother and sister were living (Martin & Stella). Towards the end of the night Martin offered me some fried bread which made me throw up. The fact that I didn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste to freshen up with did not stop me spending the night with Stella.

[ER]

I was once at the party in a flat where a brother and sister were living (Martin & Stella). Towards the end of the night Martin offered me some fried bread which made me throw up. The fact that I didn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste to freshen up with did not stop me spending the night with Stella.

Did you at least swish some sanitizing high-octane liquor around your mouth?

[Alex]

I was once at the party in a flat where a brother and sister were living (Martin & Stella). Towards the end of the night Martin offered me some fried bread which made me throw up. The fact that I didn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste to freshen up with did not stop me spending the night with Stella.

Did you at least swish some sanitizing high-octane liquor around your mouth?

Nope. I went to the toilet, threw up and then straight back to snogging.

[indianasmith]

I was once at the party in a flat where a brother and sister were living (Martin & Stella). Towards the end of the night Martin offered me some fried bread which made me throw up. The fact that I didn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste to freshen up with did not stop me spending the night with Stella.

Did you at least swish some sanitizing high-octane liquor around your mouth?

Nope. I went to the toilet, threw up and then straight back to snogging.

Eeeeww!

[Allhallowsday]

In the fall of 1996 I wrote President Clinton a letter expressing my regret that I'd miss being old enough to vote for him by seven weeks. I didn't send it.

Aren't ya glad? 

[Dennis]

I tend to forget how old I am, I mostly feel like I'm 19 or maybe 22-23 on a bad day. My body on the other hand reminds every so often that I'm not, occasionally people remind me, recently I had to have blood drawn at the local Kaiser medical clinic, to verify that you're the right person for the paper work the phlebologist asks for your date of birth. I told the young woman and her response was "WOW, you were born in the middle of the last century." 

[ER]

A few times a year I get ocular migraines, "auras" some call them, in which a tiny blind spot in my eye gradually progresses up to a circular, twisting rainbow of scintillating colors, lasting from a few minutes to about an hour. They don't hurt but they're inconvenient.