NeoGAF Anonymous Confessions 2015 - Bare Your Burdens

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This is a short little tale about guns from like 2 or 3 years ago. Nothing really disturbing other than what was going on in my head.

My aunt works in security. Sometimes these workers can get into extremely dangerous situations so they carry guns (this isn't USA by the way) and they also have a place at headquarters where you can train with your 9mm. So one day me and my cousin went to try out this shooting range. They had an interactive game where there is video of a situation and you have to make sure you shoot "the bad guy".

Well I'm not a gun person and holding that small gun I was a bit caught off guard by how heavy it was. But that kick and sound when it shoots. I have immense respect for the power contained in this little thing. But it was at this moment where I thought "you know, I could just turn around and shoot my cousin and aunt and who would stop me? I'm the only one armed. They wouldn't be able to react quickly enough. Sure I wouldn't make it out of the building but at that point my life would be over anyways.

Of course I'm aware it's a bizarre thought to have and I have never fantasized about killing anyone. However, with that gun in your hand you become a God.

Moral of the story? I'm not surprised so many shootings happen at all. So much power in one little click. It's fucked up. Oh, and no I haven't held a gun since. Not that I would actually kill anyone and don't trust myself. More so that I have too much respect from these things.

It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..
 
He simply says "Hakuna matatata", enters and locks the bathroom door.
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It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..

I thought the same thing the first time I used a gun. I thought that I could blast everyone around me with the shotgun and no could stop me. Not a fantasy about killing anyone, just more of realizing the power of what I had in my hands. Then I continued shooting skeet with 100% accuracy on my first time using a gun humblebrag
 
This is a short little tale about guns from like 2 or 3 years ago. Nothing really disturbing other than what was going on in my head.

My aunt works in security. Sometimes these workers can get into extremely dangerous situations so they carry guns (this isn't USA by the way) and they also have a place at headquarters where you can train with your 9mm. So one day me and my cousin went to try out this shooting range. They had an interactive game where there is video of a situation and you have to make sure you shoot "the bad guy".

Well I'm not a gun person and holding that small gun I was a bit caught off guard by how heavy it was. But that kick and sound when it shoots. I have immense respect for the power contained in this little thing. But it was at this moment where I thought "you know, I could just turn around and shoot my cousin and aunt and who would stop me? I'm the only one armed. They wouldn't be able to react quickly enough. Sure I wouldn't make it out of the building but at that point my life would be over anyways.

Of course I'm aware it's a bizarre thought to have and I have never fantasized about killing anyone. However, with that gun in your hand you become a God.

Moral of the story? I'm not surprised so many shootings happen at all. So much power in one little click. It's fucked up. Oh, and no I haven't held a gun since. Not that I would actually kill anyone and don't trust myself. More so that I have too much respect from these things.

So this reminded me of a little story. My mom was seeing a psychologist for some anxiety and compulsive thoughts. I'd drive her to her appointments and sit in on her sessions because she had a hard time remembering things. Anyways, so in one of the sessions this psychologist told us how he used to have compulsive thoughts about stabbing his young daughter to death with a knife. I'm like, "Uhhhhhhh... I don't know what to say here." I'm assuming/hoping he got better.
 
It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..

This is a phenomena that is explored a lot in the military by therapists and what not.

My uncle, who served almost a decade in Afghanistan/Iraq talked to me about one time. He was very vivid (we're close enough to where he's comfortable enough with to talk about it with). He would have soldiers under his command who would freeze up and lose it a little bit when the "God"-complex would occur.

Scary stuff.
 
It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..

This occasionally happens to me (though without a gun)

Not necessarily God-complez though, sometimes, it's about myself.

I'll think "If I just barely slipped here, that's it"
"If I push that person there, BOOM"
"If I just did this, people will die"

Sometimes not even death, but other stuff

It's weird to think how much the taboo of killing someone (mental and social) holds people back. Wouldn't be surprised to learn these are common thoughts

Of course, this is also something no one really shares with other people
 
Man.... That doll confessiom.... Hakuna Matatata lol. Yeah, I'm sure he cleans it....

Yeah, I get that feeling of holding a loaded weapon. It's freakin' scary and I respect guns alot more now. So much power in your hands, scary.
 
It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..
I think this is a rather common thought. I've never had a gun in my hands, but carrying a knife, scissors, pen... Whatever, I've thought: "Man, I could just stab this person in the neck and they would die.", or things like that. Killing a person is rather easy I would say, humans are quite fragile. The important thing is to not make those thoughts come true.
 
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And with that, my two favourite confessions are Lion King-themed. Hakuna Matata indeed.

As for the gun story, that's very interesting. As others have said, perhaps it's not so uncommon to have fleeting thoughts about what you could do with a dangerous weapon. I grew up in the UK, and so I don't have much exposure to guns at all; once I got to fire a rifle as part of an RAF activity day, but it was this huge heavy thing and I was only 15. Using it that way felt very removed from considering it a weapon, probably because we don't really have gun culture and also because was so unwieldy.
 
My confession isn't really exciting in the scandalous way, nor in any exciting way at all really.

Basically, I'm absolutely in a miserable place in life, and I'm fairly certain it comes simply from my job. I've lost all my energy, motivation, any and all aspirations over the past year, since I've been here. So pretty much a form of depression. Forty hours a week isn't a lot really, but It easily becomes much worse when i can't sleep at night (anxiety of well being miserable) and have to wake at 5am. I've tried to get more out of my shell outside of work but nothing really sticks. I'd much rather take classss at the community college but throwing class on top of my already lifeless cycle of shit is too much stress. I would quit to pursue something scrually fufilling, but making nearly double the minimum wage at 19 makes it not such an easy choice, especially when my parents constantly tell me "your brother did it and your coworkers are doing it and by the way if you don't go to school you're getting kicked out" I don't have the energy to go out and meet new people anymore. Online dating is absolutely fucking soul crushing. It all just seems so fucking hopeless anymore. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I'm just left with my thoughts all day in a miserable job surrounded by miserable people doing work that has no benefit to anyone and isn't fufilling nor what I even want to do. I actually almost got fired last week because I built up too many points from not showing up but the keep letting me slide.

I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish here. Advice I guess would be nice and I would have made a thread but alas being banned stops that and I didn't want to wait two weeks on this.

Look man, you gotta do what's right for you, not your parents or anybody else. If this job is making you not able to function, you need to leave. Leave, find something else, the hell with those people.
 
Man... Leave your job dude. It doesn't matter if you are making more than the minimum wage at your age if you are always miserable. A job shouldn't be something that makes you miserable it should be something that you like doing all the time. It's going to take some time until you find that job but when you do it will be worth it.
 
This occasionally happens to me (though without a gun)

Not necessarily God-complez though, sometimes, it's about myself.

I'll think "If I just barely slipped here, that's it"
"If I push that person there, BOOM"
"If I just did this, people will die"

Sometimes not even death, but other stuff

It's weird to think how much the taboo of killing someone (mental and social) holds people back. Wouldn't be surprised to learn these are common thoughts

Of course, this is also something no one really shares with other people

Try having primarily-obsessive OCD. Fucked up thoughts like (but not limited to) that can pop up in your head rather frequently.
 
My confession isn't really exciting in the scandalous way, nor in any exciting way at all really.

Basically, I'm absolutely in a miserable place in life, and I'm fairly certain it comes simply from my job. I've lost all my energy, motivation, any and all aspirations over the past year, since I've been here. So pretty much a form of depression. Forty hours a week isn't a lot really, but It easily becomes much worse when i can't sleep at night (anxiety of well being miserable) and have to wake at 5am. I've tried to get more out of my shell outside of work but nothing really sticks. I'd much rather take classss at the community college but throwing class on top of my already lifeless cycle of shit is too much stress. I would quit to pursue something scrually fufilling, but making nearly double the minimum wage at 19 makes it not such an easy choice, especially when my parents constantly tell me "your brother did it and your coworkers are doing it and by the way if you don't go to school you're getting kicked out" I don't have the energy to go out and meet new people anymore. Online dating is absolutely fucking soul crushing. It all just seems so fucking hopeless anymore. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I'm just left with my thoughts all day in a miserable job surrounded by miserable people doing work that has no benefit to anyone and isn't fufilling nor what I even want to do. I actually almost got fired last week because I built up too many points from not showing up but the keep letting me slide.

I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish here. Advice I guess would be nice and I would have made a thread but alas being banned stops that and I didn't want to wait two weeks on this.

First thing I would do is talk to a therapist or psychiatrist and get your depression and sleep taken care of. Psychiatrist is the only one who can prescribe meds so if you feel you need anti-depressants you should go there.

Then as the depression and sleeplessness is clearing up, decide whether or not you can handle work and school at the same time or whether you just want to focus on school. It seems like you want to go to school and your parents want you to too. Working while going to school will make it easier to afford college, but focusing on school alone will allow you to get through it more quickly. So there's benefits and drawbacks either way.

I wouldn't worry about the current pay from the job so much. If you go to college and end up in a better paying and more satisfying profession, it will make up for whatever you may have lost from the job in the long run. Sometimes you have to sacrifice the present for a better future.

Don't waste away in a job that's crushing you. Life's too short for that. Do something that matters to you. I've definitely been in that position before and every time I've walked away for something more meaningful I've never regretted it.

Once you're in school you'll meet new people and finding people to date and getting out of your shell will probably come along on its own.
 
I'm not buying that. Some of the time, maybe... but even things I find enjoyable I don't feel like doing all of the time. Especially if I have to.

Yeah, I should have worded that better but the point sort of still stands. I should have said that find something you enjoy and not something that makes you into a zombie.
 
My ex cheated on me because she thought I was ugly, now she's dating a fat guy with a man bun and an untamed beard


I'm not even ugly

WHAT
 
Believe it or not but people often cheat on their SO with ugly people. Blame it on an addiction to strange or other factors, but that's what I've noticed.
 
My ex cheated on me because she thought I was ugly, now she's dating a fat guy with a man bun and an untamed beard


I'm not even ugly

WHAT
Did you bring her to your apartment? I bet the music from upstairs scared her off.

Seriously though, that's really shitty of her. You deserve better than that, and I hope you find it.
 
Did you bring her to your apartment? I bet the music from upstairs scared her off.

Seriously though, that's really shitty of her. You deserve better than that, and I hope you find it.

<3 Thankfully I'm not living there anymore. Music was still playing when I left.

And yeah, I've got someone in my sights. Someone way smarter and WAY nicer.
 
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I thought this confession would be about his cousin having hidden a camera inside the Simba doll. His sneaking off to the bathroom would have been him turning it on and hitting "record" etc. Then, the final twist would have been that the guy had stacks and stacks of video tapes saved up of people using the bathroom as his fap material.

That honestly would have been less weird than what actually happened.

Speaking of Simba, I met an English backpacker while on holiday who had the Greek letters &#931;&#921;&#924;&#928;&#913; tattooed to her wrist. I know a bit of the Greek alphabet from having done a lot of maths, so I looked at the letters and mouthed the sounds out. Noticing what I was doing, she cheerfully told me the story of how "Simba" was her nickname due to her tawny brown hair and brown eyes and that when she was in the Greek Islands, some bloke she hooked up with offered to inscribe it on her wrist.

It was a pretty vapid story all in all, but what really clinched it was that &#931;&#921;&#924;&#928;&#913; doesn't actually spell "Simba", but rather reads "Simpa". Her Greek boyfriend was either a complete douchebag or a semi-literate goober.
 
It was a pretty vapid story all in all, but what really clinched it was that &#931;&#921;&#924;&#928;&#913; doesn't actually spell "Simba", but rather reads "Simpa". Her Greek boyfriend was either a complete douchebag or a semi-literate goober.
Capital beta is literally a B, how did they not notice that
 
So this is apparently the first in "a series of escalating confessions."

Sounds shady af.

#1 - What's the time?

When I went to school me and a couple my friends used to head down to the local supermarket on our breaks between classes as it was located only 5 minutes away, we sat on a bench in the lobby munching on our candy that we bought. We didn't go there for the candy though, we went there to laugh and make life miserable for others. Usually we asked people heading into the store for the time just as they passed the first entry gate (there's two). Most people freeze to look at their watches which is just enough time for the gates to close, meaning they'd be trapped between the two until a new customer arrived. At this point they'd beg us to trigger the sensors for the gates to help them out, but we just laughed at them while we drank our colas and ate our candy, making even more fun of them like they were some zoo exhibit show.

I'm a bit confused as to the logistics of this.
 
So this is apparently the first in "a series of escalating confessions."

Sounds shady af.



I'm a bit confused as to the logistics of this.

Sounds like when a mall has double doors for temperature reasons (there'll be an air conditioner above the inside door). There'll be two doors like:

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The sensor before the inside door opens both, and the same goes for the sensor of the outside door. Getting stuck between means you can't trigger the doors at all. Usually they're placed a short distance between each other with their own sensors, but I can see how earlier implementations of them might not.
 
I wonder how many fake people they managed to trap between those fake doors before fake mall security caught a whiff of it and let them continue
Sounds like when a mall has double doors for temperature reasons (there'll be an air conditioner above the inside door). There'll be two doors like:

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The sensor before the inside door opens both, and the same goes for the sensor of the outside door. Getting stuck between means you can't trigger the doors at all. Usually they're placed a short distance between each other with their own sensors, but I can see how earlier implementations of them might not.
You seem to know an awful lot about this unintuitive door system.
 
I wonder how many fake people they managed to trap between those fake doors before fake mall security caught a whiff of it and let them continue
You seem to know an awful lot about this unintuitive door system.

I encounter them a lot in this godforsaken hellhole of an outdated country I live in. Go to some country town that got a mall in the early 2000s and bam, double doors. The mall in the city-town my mother lives in has them, as does one of the malls my girlfriend works at.

I did a Google search, they basically look a lot like this:

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I encounter them a lot in this godforsaken hellhole of an outdated country I live in. Go to some country town that got a mall in the early 2000s and bam, double doors. The mall in the city-town my mother lives in has them, as does one of the malls my girlfriend works at.

The double doors aren't the problem, it's the fact that there's now way to open them from the middle. That's a serious design flaw, and I can't believe that any store would have doors with that problem.
 
The double doors aren't the problem, it's the fact that there's now way to open them from the middle. That's a serious design flaw, and I can't believe that any store would have doors with that problem.

Yeah, I know. I described that in the post before.
 
Dancing in PE? The fuck? I assume this is an American thing?
South American here. During primary school, in 4th grade, we had a tango class. It's exactly as it sounds: the teacher put us in pairs and taught us how to dance tango. It was completely useless. My friends and I used to hide in an empty classroom instead of attending it and play some Pokemon TCG, or we'd run to the courtyard and play football (I sucked at it almost as much as I did at dancing).

I'll keep reading the rest of the thread, haven't been following the latest updates.
 
So this is apparently the first in "a series of escalating confessions."
Sounds shady af.
I'm a bit confused as to the logistics of this.
This actually sounds plausible to me, as it's the kind of stupid prank stuff a group of young teenage boys would do. I remember my friends wanting to do Jackass-style stuff a lot after school and on the weekends, which basically involved causing a nuisance for the general public and laughing at their reactions. EDIT: about the double doors, I have seen this a few times in the UK. It's stupid, but it definitely exists.

My favourite prank was when one guy got a Snickers bar, unwrapped it and mashed it in his hands for a while until it looked like a poo. He then proceeded to drop it on someone from the second floor of a shopping mall, and when the person looked up they would all run away laughing. To be honest I'm laughing just typing out the story, it was pretty funny at the time >.>
 
That door situation reminded me of when I worked for a local government in Scotland. The receptionist complained that the set of double doors opened too quickly and during winter it would significantly drop the temperature of the lobby. But they had to make sure that the replacement doors were easily accessible for disabled people - because governments are easy target practice for frivolous lawsuits about that sort of shit. We eventually got that "staggered door" thing, and also positioned one door at the left side, and one door at the right. It actually worked.

I encounter them a lot in this godforsaken hellhole of an outdated country I live in.

Australia's not that ba... oh you live in New South Wales. My apologies.
 
Okay, here is my first confession. I don't really mind if someone knows who I am, but I wanted to send it to you, as Confessember demands. I may send you a couple more during this month.

So, about 10 years ago, when I was 11, I woke up crying. It's the only time that has happened to me. I dreamed that my parents told me a friend of the family died, and in the dream I cried and sobbed, crouched in the ground. It was the only time I dreamed of someone close dying, and the dream was so real...
The problem is, he passed away 2 years ago of cancer. His family phoned telling it to us, and of course, we cried a lot and went to the funeral.
The fact that the only person that died in one of my dreams had a premature death scared me a bit. Of course, I hadn't talked about it neither with my parents nor our friend's family. I didn't tell them at the moment, it didn't feel right to do so, and telling them after would have been worse. I've only told this to my girlfriend and her family while chatting.
I'm sure I won't forget this dream, as well as I won't forget about him. Rest in peace, wherever you are now.

Inb4: "tell me when you dream about the lottery number, lol" posts

Wait...

You had a dream ten years ago that somebody you knew died, and then they died... Eight years later?

Like an M Night Shimsham movie.
 
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