NeoGAF Anonymous Confessions 2015 - Bare Your Burdens

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Fuck that racist teacher confession. Real or fake fuck that. Sad part is I can see a teacher fucking over a student because of their race.
 
This poor guy's ex-wife destroyed him so hard he can't even touch video games anymore:



Holy fuck. That is fucking insane. Ohhhhhhhhh my God.

Okay confessor. You have me beat with the shitty relationships thing. At least you know I can relate to the lying and cheating for that long. I was yesterday's one about the ex-girlfriend who used me for four and a half years.

It's difficult to express just what that does to you when you find out about something like that. I was alone, crying on the floor of my room. I felt like all my organs had been ripped out.

Some responses to people because I was surprised at the reaction to what I wrote and there's no real need to be anonymous when the guy above had it that bad:

- No, we're not in contact anymore. I ethered her real nice over text and put an end to that.
- She was a dumb person in the truest sense. She believed the sun orbited the earth while in college. I was into her for her looks and little else and I'm not making that mistake again. She couldn't hold a legitimate conversation with me so all the lying didn't really surprise me.
- She never gave me a genuine apology or even acted like she regretted what she did. She truly believed everything she did was justified and reasonable, because in her words she was "young and lonely." From her perspective, she got everything she wanted. Attention, help with school, vacations, the kindness of all of my friends, and anything else she could get out of me. All she had to do was keep lying. From start to finish, she felt nothing for me.

In the last two or so years of our relationship, we might have had sex four or five times a year. I would've given anything to see her enjoy herself around me. That level of pure evil, both in my situation and the quoted, makes me wary of ever falling in love and giving myself to a person. Did I write this for pity? Sure, it helps remind me not to blame myself. But I'm still trapped in this memory, unable to get on with my life.
 
Seriously the best revenge is not 'living well'. If someone wasted 5 years of my life you best believe you gonna get yours one way or the other.

It's actually 'living well after utterly obliterating your rivals because they framed you and left you to die in a hole'.

Greatest revenge story ever written.

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This poor guy's ex-wife destroyed him so hard he can't even touch video games anymore:



Holy fuck. That is fucking insane. Ohhhhhhhhh my God.

That sucks, man, I hope everything turns out ok in the end.
Also, the hypocrisy is enormous with these ones, I mean, going to church and then being adulterous? Dickheads, all of them.
 
The other day, I was at work hanging out in the break room. There was a bowl of leftover Halloween candy on top of the microwave, and in the cupboard above there were two more bags of candy. I fished through the bowl, opened the two bags and dug through them too. I took all of the Milky Ways and Butterfingers. ALL OF THEM.

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A pain that every man has felt intimately at one point or another...

So I'm following up on my confession from last year (Coming Out as Transgender and Starting the Process, http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost.php?p=135815764&postcount=1124 ). My family is accepting, I'm settled into a great job, I started hormone replacement therapy in January and I'm seeing the effects and feeling great! One of the results of the medication is that as testosterone is blocked, my testicles give up producing it and atrophy. They are now the size of tiny grapes and are not nearly as sensative as they used to be.

This brings me to my confession. I have never been hit in the balls and I regret it.

Getting hit in the balls is seen as the worst pain someone who owns them can experience. My balls have shriveled to the point where I'm sure it would hurt, but I wouldn't get the full force of it and as weird as it sounds, I feel like I missed out on something. Like, I've never been in a relationship or in love but I know I will one day, where my nuts are roasted and they're not ever coming back. Getting your eggs scrambled just seems like such a fundamental part of having them. This isn't a life ruining confession but I can't really talk about it with anyone or do anything about it so I present it to you, GAF.

YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON NOTHING.
 
Do you like feeling like someone has a death grip on your kidneys? Because if not, I think it's safe to say you aren't missing much.
 
A pain that every man has felt intimately at one point or another...



YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON NOTHING.

Yeah that'd be like me wanting to go through pregnancy as a dude.

Just don't need to go through that.

Shit, I pinch my balls getting out of the car sometimes and it puts a damper on my whole day. A full hit to the nuts? That's like 5-10 minutes of agony.
 
This poor guy's ex-wife destroyed him so hard he can't even touch video games anymore:



Holy fuck. That is fucking insane. Ohhhhhhhhh my God.

Never ask for proof. Never. It will destroy you. Confesser, stay strong man and don't let that bitch ruin your life.


Lame. Was hoping he melted it all down into a gooey pile or just ate it all himself. Milky Ways aren't even that good. Neither are Butterfingers.
 
This poor guy's ex-wife destroyed him so hard he can't even touch video games anymore:



Holy fuck. That is fucking insane. Ohhhhhhhhh my God.


Wait, so was his ex-wife cheating when she had the threesome with Roger and April? Or did that occur after the divorce?

If it's the former, Roger and April are huge assholes. They've already got a good thing going with each other but decide to help destroy this guy's marriage in an attempt to spice things up? Don't get me wrong, the confessor's wife and everyone else in this story that fucked his wife are douchebags, but that just seems like a particularly insensitive move.

Roger and April said:
Huh. Well I've got this wife/husband whom I love and have a presumably satisfying sex life with, but I guess we could also fuck this guy's wife, too. nbd

EDIT: FUCK, I don't even know if I'm interpreting the confession correctly, but just thinking about it is just making me so mad. ASSHOLES.
 
That's like 5-10 minutes of agony.

Can confirm. Have been hit full force in the nuts... twice!

Once was with my best friend, decided to do a quote from Dodgeball. I hadn't seen it at the time, he said something about being angry and I said "No" and he hit me in the nuts and said "Are you angry now".

I fell to the ground in agony for a solid 5 - 10 minutes. This was on the way to school so I was on the pavement for that long trying to recover while asking him what the fuck.

It hurt >_< I never saw it coming.

Second time was my fiancee back in College. We weren't together then, had a bit of an argument where I stupidly said "fine then, hit me in the nuts" (I think she threatened me) thinking she wouldn't do it. She did... and now whenever I bring it up, she says "You did ask for it :P" haha. :( I didn't fall this time though.

But yeah, you're missing out on nothing confessor.
 
You guys think an Epiphone Les Paul Deluxe is worth $400 CAD? I'm considering grabbing it even though I have a Squier Strat and I can't even play that.

I just really like the look, and I'm still banging away at it.
 
Man these last few pages gave been depressing to read..

So far sister fucker has been my favourite.

That ballsack quote.. Fucking lol!
 
I actually passed out once after taking a hit to the balls. I remember the hit and then waking up with a ton of people standing over me.

Wow... There's been some fucked up posts in this thread, but you've taken it to the next level.

Middle-tier candy bar at best. Call me when you got some Snickers or Peanut Butter Cups.
 
I actually passed out once after taking a hit to the balls. I remember the hit and then waking up with a ton of people standing over me.



Middle-tier candy bar at best. Call me when you got some Snickers or Peanut Butter Cups.

What are your thoughts on Twix?
 
I am sure some lurkers confess shit.
I did before I got activated.


So I'm following up on my confession from last year (Coming Out as Transgender and Starting the Process, http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showpost...postcount=1124 ). My family is accepting, I'm settled into a great job, I started hormone replacement therapy in January and I'm seeing the effects and feeling great! One of the results of the medication is that as testosterone is blocked, my testicles give up producing it and atrophy. They are now the size of tiny grapes and are not nearly as sensative as they used to be.

This brings me to my confession. I have never been hit in the balls and I regret it.

Getting hit in the balls is seen as the worst pain someone who owns them can experience. My balls have shriveled to the point where I'm sure it would hurt, but I wouldn't get the full force of it and as weird as it sounds, I feel like I missed out on something. Like, I've never been in a relationship or in love but I know I will one day, where my nuts are roasted and they're not ever coming back. Getting your eggs scrambled just seems like such a fundamental part of having them. This isn't a life ruining confession but I can't really talk about it with anyone or do anything about it so I present it to you, GAF.
Getting hit in the balls is not painful. It's a sensation all its own, and much, much worse. You don't need to experience it.
 
Lines. Blurred. Drunk. Crossed?

Some months ago, me and the boys had a "guy's night" in our home town. No girlfriends, just booze and dudes. We meet 2 female tourists. They're pretty and very outgoing. We do a small pub crawl to show them around our hometown. We drink loads of beer, we party, we get drunk. Being in Belgium, these ladies don't really know what they are getting into. Our beer is way heavier than what they are used to. The night comes to a close, one of my (non single) friends is flirting with the brunette and I'm messing around with the gorgeous blonde. One of the hottest bodies I've ever seen, goddayum. We make out, but that did not last very long. My taken friend and the brunette want to go home.

I propose we go to my crib, since I was really DTF and got the same vibes from the blonde girl. On the way home, the blonde one is talking to my friend and I'm talking to the brunette walking some 30 meters behind them. Suddenly the brunette squeezes my ass and comes this close to kissing me. I told her that wouldn't be cool, since I already kissed her friend. Didn't matter to her. She pulls me behind a wall, invisible for my friend and the blonde. We make out, she pops her pretty sizable rack out of her bra and pushes my face into them fun bags. We hear the other 2 yelling for us and we head home, pretending nothing happened.

Upon coming home I give both girls a glas of water and sit my ass next to the blonde one on the couch. My friend starts hugging the brunette. I noticed that these girls were REALLY drunk. The blonde one lays her head on my lap and just passes out. I see that my friend and the brunette are getting really cozy, so I try to wake up the blonde to ask her if she wants to go upstairs. I can get her to wake up and I accompany her upstairs. She crawls into my bed and I'm going full mast in 0.3 seconds. I turn around to take off my shirt and I threw it on the dirty laundry pile. When I crawl into bed next to her, she was passed out drunk again. I decided to let her sleep.

But that's when my horniness kind of fucked with my mind. She seemed fast asleep. Facing the wall, back turned towards me. I hug her, probably breaking her spine with my diamond hard dick. Her hands are folded over her chest and from where I'm lying I can get a pretty decent view of her cleavage. I put my hand down her bra and groped one of her breasts for a good minute, playing around with her nipple. I felt it getting hard... AND that's when I snapped out of it. I let her go, turned around and fell asleep.

I woke up the next day because the blonde woke up. Pounding headache. I go downstairs to check up on my friend but he appears to be gone. I bid adieu to both girls and I've never seen them again. I call my friend to ask him where the fuck he was. He replied that he "bolted out of there the second the brunette started opening his belt". He is not a single man after all. He didn't even make out. Or so he claims.

Now, I felt dirty and disgusted by myself because I groped a passed out drunk girl. And then I started thinking, what if she pretended to be passed out because she wasn't DTF? The short making out might have been an indication!(?) Still, those were two very awesome women, and I feel sorry for groping her, supposing she was passed out drunk. I told my friend what happened between the brunette and me and had a laugh about it. I also told him about the groping, and he said not to worry about it.

Story might be kind of anti-climactic (and believe, it was way more anti-climactic experience IRL) but do you think I crossed the line?

Yes.
 
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.



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If this is true:

You're a fucking monster.

If this is false:

You're a fucking racist.

This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.
Jesus Christ. Wow.

What everyone is calling you is not enough to describe how much of a piece of shit you are.
 
Blurred lines confessor, it's good that you realised it was wrong to touch the sleeping girl and promptly stopped. A line was crossed, and you seem remorseful enough about that not to allow it to happen again.

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Glad you decided to not have sex with the past out girl, but feeling her up was still skeevy dude. Same with your friend even considering to cheat with that brunette.
Yeah, seriously. It's really disheartening how people seem to let themselves drink beyond control like that. If drinking too much around attractive women makes you want to cheat, moderate your intake!

Thinking on Impregnator, does he really consider this arrangement a happy ending? He seems to be focussing on the sexual aspect of "having two women to himself" (don't even get me started on the hypocrisy of his not wanting woman #2 to see other dudes), without thinking of all the other aspects to a relationship. The arguments, compromises and drama will be doubled; his finances could be drained; there's massive potential for jealousy issues and being called out on his double standards. Considering the way woman #1 physically lashed out, there's a real risk of that happening again in such an environment.

Of course, that's assuming this whole story isn't fake. It sounds a LOT like a Jeremy Kyle episode or a soap opera.
 
Impregnator followup sounds like complete bollocks to me. I've met some crazy motherfuckers in my time, but the way that situation seemed to go down just doesn't get past my reality filters.

Amusing though.
 

That's sad. :( Poor kittens.

Then again, views of animals were far different back in Confessor's grandfather's day. The grandfather could have done way, way worse to those kittens. Especially if he viewed them on the same level as, like, a rat.

This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.



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If this is true:

You're a fucking monster.

If this is false:

You're a fucking racist.

This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.

Holy shit, KKK confessor. That's terrible. You destroyed someone's life because you didn't like the color of their skin? I hope you get found out and have your own life ruined in the same manner. You piece of shit.

I love how you're like "Oh I want to change, but I caaaaaaaaan't". Everyone can change. You just don't want to.

Oh come on! How can anybody believe that piece of creative writing? The whole thing reads like a cliched straight to video movie. Ultra fake!

Have you never been to the deep south? KKK Teacher and worse is very much a reality. It's disgusting and sad, and I believe it.
 
This is gonna be the last confession of the night. The world is full of terrible people, and some of the worst of them are banal as fuck.



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If this is true:

You're a fucking monster.

If this is false:

You're a fucking racist.

This is the goddamn definition of a scumbag. I don't use the above reaction lightly. You are a fucking piece of shit scumbag.

To this confessor: I guess I've got to thank you. At first I genuinely shed tears at this display of utter inhumanity. The more I've dwelled on it though, the more it's lit a fire in me.

I'm in the midst of applying to start teacher training next year. I was already enthused to start, but now I've got this to remember for every single second of my future teaching career. Every single under-achiever, every single problem-child, every single pupil regardless of race, gender or religion is going to get 110% of my effort poured into them because I'm going to be doing it to spite what you've become.

I will never, never be you.
 
RE: impregnator update, if we assume it's real, that dude is in for a world of pain. Like the other poster said, you will be doubling the demanding nature of pregnant hormones, baby mama drama, and jealously between two women. And you'll be needing to work harder to provide for two children instead of one, all the while juggling a relationship between two women who seem to like each other more than you.

Ever see the Wrigly's doublemint gum commercial? It'll be like a torturous HELL version of that where instead of doubling your pleasure you'll be doubling your pain.
 
Public confession: I'm one of those people who get super anxious whenever someone doesn't text me back within the day
I get like this if I don't hear back within a couple hours. A day is a pretty reasonable amount of time to expect a response by, getting anxious after that seems fair.
 
Public confession: I'm one of those people who get super anxious whenever someone doesn't text me back within the day

To be fair, if someone can't respond to a text within a day, that is just lame. Most everyone has their phone on them at all times and deff check it unless working or sleeping.
 
Can we get the terminology right? The correct name is KKKonfessor.

Also, Impregnator called me out in his confessor, but I still stand firm in calling it fake. If anything, this just supports my previous stand.

Public confession: I'm one of those people who get super anxious whenever someone doesn't text me back within the day

I get like this if I don't hear back within a couple hours. A day is a pretty reasonable amount of time to expect a response by, getting anxious after that seems fair.
After you text, you put the phone away AND DO SOMETHING ELSE. You keep yourself distracted and keep living your life. You are giving them too much power by having them affect you this much just by not answering promptly.
 
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