I confess.....

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I confess that I probably should get back on my depression medication as it's starting to become a problem again.

I confess that I probably should tell my partner about it.

I confess that it's annoying me that most times (on certain days anyway; today is one of them) when I try to go on this site, the black bar at the top and the grey background show up, and then it stops. And then I have to hit refresh four thousand times to get the page to load.

I also confess that after seven days in this "arts conference", today was the first day where my group actually found out what art I'm in (writing). And immediatly the guy next to me held up his hand for a high five, only I didn't realize what he wanted, so I just watched him for about thirty seconds. And then when I realized (he's apparantly a patient fellow), I just kind of tapped his hand; I don't do high fives.

i confess im drinking again. im tired of trying to quit and probably wont

I confiess... I stole your meds, and took them all myself... They didn't help; they never really do; we can only drug away our troubles for a little bit. Depression medication = a pill that, for a short while = gee! I don't notice life sucks quite so much (even thouth it really does) and I maybe kinda sorta do feel like I fit in on this planet (even though I really don't).


Do you really think he has no idea? I wish you both well...

Good fortune,

- Icarus

It's as good a way to shorten life on this ridiculous planet as any, in a not entirely unpleasant way (unless you're a mean druink. But I doubt that.)

I confess, I'm in the same boat ast you, and trying to jump out. [But not because I do not like you. Just, because... Oh, I don't even know. Is it wrong of me to want to offer 1000$ to the first person who is able to kill me? I confess that I'm not sure....]

[related therad]

Good fortune,

- Icarus

Firstly I confess that I am a little disturbed by icarus' rather grim demeanor and apparent outlook on life. Maybe he should stick to night time flights if he wants to fly high, his wings won't melt and it's prettier then anyways



I also confess that for the past few years I have desired to work at a 'couples' store (i.e. lingerie/sex shop) You know like a classy one, not for any perverted reasons really....
yeah your not buying that are you? well *sigh* its hard to explain, also discounts would be cool.

*attempts to give high five to RainSong*

*falls asleep waiting for return high five*

I confess I am wearing shorts today at work, because I had a Doctor's appointment and hate wearing my work clothes to the Doctor. When I got here, I decided I didn't want to change into my work clothes, because my cubicle is in a dark corner and I don't talk or interact with anyone.

Last edited by Trigger11 on 25 Jul 2007, 10:12 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Haha, am I being overly grim again? Sorry; I prefer the descriptor "sardonic". I love life; and I hate life; this manifests itself in some odd ways. I try to balance every frown with a smile [or at least a smirk], every angry snarl with a fit of laughter [even if it is maniacal], every tirade of woe with an epic of fancifulness.

Back in 1986, I was talking with my friend Joe Genaro about my life story [to date], and we got on the subject of my mental landscape; he was fascinated, and we chatted about it for a few hours. Then, in 1988, the Dead Milkmen released an album titled Beelzebubba, which included a song titled "I Walk the Thinnest Line". A year or so later, I caught up with Joe, and we were chatting about random stuff; during our chat, he mentioned that "I Walk the Thinnest Line" was inspired by our previous chat; I told him I wasn't surprised.

"I walk the thinnest line
I walk the thinnest line
I walk the thinnest line
Between the light and dark sides of my mind"

I confess, I made that Dead Milkmen story up. But it is a true story; it just happened in an tangential universe.

Good fortune,

- Icarus

Yeah.. I'm good at hiding things. I don't like upsetting ppl, and it may upset him that he can't help my mood.

I never really gave the little pill a chance last time and life just distracted me. Now that life is quite calm, I have started to think my thoughts again. It's worrying.

Haha, was that the one with Stuart on it?

i haven't listened to the dead milkmen in years, haven't met someone else who listens to them in longer lol.
I was merely pointing out that you'd just made two rather down posts in a row. (and I mean REALLY down lol)

I confess I am watching a show on Rain Forests on Animal Planet and just watched frogs do it. Now, they are showing Fungi growing with sped up motion and it looks somewhat like it should be rated TV MA or worse.

I also confess I am very anxious and lonely lately. I started taking Xanax again the past few days to calm things down.

Ha, yeah. I would just wander away after a certain time. (I'm so unused to people; the same guy made a physical cue today that I so didn't understand - he was trying to get my attention, but I didn't realize it until afterwards. Granted, I didn't know that he had moved over, but still, I wasn't completely unaware either; he could have spoken, and I would have realized instantly.)

So there it is: I confess that I am totally not in tune with these whole body language things.

I also confess that I'm debating whether or not I want to go to the open mic night thing tonight. I told a couple of people that I probably (not for sure - probably) would, but I don't know if I want to. The strongest reason against it is that I have to do laundry, and that's not such a strong reason.

I confess that I did laundry several nights ago, but the dryer didn't dry them completely - they were still damp after 60 minutes, but I needed to get up to my dorm - so instead of laying them out to dry, I folded them and put them in my suitcase. I confess that that was a rather stupid mistake - they're still damp, and now they smell like my suitcase, which isn't too nice (it's not awful or even that bad, but it's not good either).

I furthermore confess, that I'm apparantly not near as bothered about never seeing these people again as of tomorrow. In fact, I confess that I will be quite all right with seeing the last of some of them; some of them I do like (and I have contact info for one, so we'll probably try to be friends - try being the operative word, since my AIM record is spotty), but most of them I don't. I confess that I find some of them to be glaringly liars, hypocritical, or just entirely entirely blind to the differences between their actions and their words; this is what annoys me.

I also confess that I've been typing long posts tonight, and I'm doing it again here.

I confess that even though I'm not good with body language, I can usually pick up on how people are feeling towards me or others. I confess that I'm quite aware that a few of the girls on our team truly and totally dislike me; I confess that I'm also fully aware of the fact that this is because I'm extremely quiet, but I won't let them order me around, and I'll express an opinion if I feel I need to. (Our opinions often go against each other.)

Finally, I confess that I need to get going for the night - one of the two final meetings - but I really don't want to...

*wakes up and realizes arm is stuck in high five position and aches horribly*

Welcome to the real world! You just summed up most of the human species.

I confess I rather enjoy your posts. I also confess that I am of the opinion those other girls are jealous of you.

*offers Advil*

I think I'll go back to my not real world now...

Thank you. I confess that I like reading your posts as well. And I confess that I'm very sure that the girls aren't jealous, they're just against difference.

I confess that today is the last day of this conference; the last meeting if over, and now I just have to wait (three hours) to go home. I confess that I'm rather glad, but now there's a few people who I don't really want to never see again (I have contact info for them all though, and one specifically asked me to get a FaceBook; I probably will, just to stay in touch).

I also confess that last night during a meeting, we were supposed to thank/appreciate people that we wanted to; however, we weren't allowed to speak (or hug either, but no one really listened). We were supposed to use our hands (just hold hands) and eye contact (ha, I'm not too bad with the stuff, but some aspies really would be...). Almost everyone was crying, but I didn't feel like crying at all... I meandered over to the high five guy, because he spoke to me the first night and listened, and I do appreciate stuff like that. So I held out my hand for a handshake (I did not want to do that little holding hands gesture they were showing; I did that with one person, but I didn't start it), and he used it against me and hugged me instead. And then I kind of felt like crying. (But only kind of. I didn't cry.)

I confess that I should probably go say bye to some people, but I'd rather not be hugged again. I appreciated the gesture, but I was so caught off guard that I didn't know how to respond, and I still don't.

You rock!

*takes advil*

I confess that I tricked my two older kids today by buying a replacement fish while they were both at camp today for one that died over a month ago that we have been saying is hiding in the rocks while they were both at camp. I went ahead and bought two more of the same kind as well so they now think the original two had babies. I am a very bad Daddy!

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