GAF Anonymous Confessions thread 4.0 the last huzzah

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Looks like this thread is starting to heat up. WTF at the creepy pic hoarding guy (girl?)

Keep 'em coming people.

Confession? ummm.....If I have nothing to do for a day, I will go to the movies and watch 2-3 movies while only paying for one. I'm in my mid-twenties :(.
 

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OMG.

Why isn't my name in capital letters?!
Weird, it is in my files;
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So this must be someone else's stuff.... bastard could've saved me a lot of work if they told me they already compiled all the rpj avs!! And the only person I ever gave the .zip to was ShockingAlberto.

hoooooooooly crap.

That's beyond fistful levels of creepy. I'm actually kind of curious how extensive that collection is.
I don't know about that guys stuff but here's mine;
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More than 900 pics total.
 
Weird, it is in my files;
T1OJ3.png

So this must be someone else's stuff.... bastard could've saved me a lot of work if they told me they already compiled all the rpj avs!! And the only person I ever gave the .zip to was ShockingAlberto.


I don't know about that guys stuff but here's mine;
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More than 900 pics total.

wat
 
what is cup-gaf?
 
Weird, it is in my files;
T1OJ3.png

So this must be someone else's stuff.... bastard could've saved me a lot of work if they told me they already compiled all the rpj avs!! And the only person I ever gave the .zip to was ShockingAlberto.


I don't know about that guys stuff but here's mine;
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More than 900 pics total.

This is probably the creepiest thing in the entire thread. Good lord.
 
Wasn't Sentry the one making montage pics? If so, likely all those gaffers gave express permission to use those pics, making it significantly creepy, at least in my eyes.
 
I see. That's cool. How was it? Were you leered at with rapacious eyes?
Nobody cared about my junk, not even the little kids who were there with their parents. Nudity is just what it is to them.

In fact, rather than being traumatised by the sught of my ghastly nudity, the parents tried to make polite cinversation and the kids were more interested in gawking at my foreigner face.

So yeah, it was interesting. Also, it's really relaxing.
 
Awesome, new page. Cause this confession deserves top page.


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I must admit I laughed for like 3 minutes after this.

I wonder if he faps to Jetman81's picture? Or Metalmurphy's pic in which case you should probably call the police.
 
Okay, so a few years ago I was a fat internet junkie. I spent almost every waking hour online looking at video game stuff mostly, along with porn naturally. When I was horny I'd hang around chat rooms looking for young females to cam chat with, or better yet to take their clothes off and "do things" Thankfully I managed to drag myself out of this lifestyle, lose the flab, get fit and spend my internet time on Gaf only, But. Thats not the confession I have tonight.

Randomly during this time I had a girl add herself to my MSN friends list. This wasn't a big deal, I visited lots of chat rooms, I had lots of random invites from people I never remembered. We hit it off straight the way, and ended up cybering that night. Her webcam didn't work, but I used mine to show her everything. This carried on for a few weeks, every couple of nights she'd watch me while I imagined her. She sent me a few pics, but she lived quite far away, and I didn't drive so meeting would be difficult at the time. Some of our conversations did get a little odd though. She asked me if I found any family members attractive. I mentioned that I thought my aunt was sexy, and she asked if I would scan her pictures, which I did (I was young and stupid. And also fat.) Anyway, she then disappeared for a while, for about 3 months. I didn't think too much of it, people online tend to disappear, shit happens.

Then out of the blue she returns, says she's been on a cruise or something. I was still fat and lonely so whatever, we started talking again but this time I was a little suspicious. Why didn't she say anything if she was leaving the country for so long? Maybe this new questioning of her led me to notice something. A male cousin would log on briefly, then log off. After about 15 mins, the girl would appear. I got very paranoid, especially because this cousins step mother was the one I admitted having an attraction too. After a few more nights, I decided to call her out on it. She logged on and we both said hi, then I mentioned my cousin being on earlier. No response. I said how it was odd that she always logged on after he left. No response. I asked her by my cousins name to admit who the fuck she was. She logged off. I never heard a word from her in the 10+ years since. I've met my cousin since, and to his credit he's never said anything to me to incriminate himself further. He's a body builder now and married. I've wondered aloud to family members if he might be Bi, but nobody is buying it. Regardless, he did mention an attraction to Transsexuals. Not that I resemble a female at all. I don't visit chat rooms anymore.
Hey look a variation on the popular "cousin-fucker" theme.
 
Hey look a variation on the popular "cousin-fucker" theme.
Lol, this reminds me of that vid chat video where they end up being brother and sister. if I wasn't on my phone I'd find the vid. But hey man, whoever you are congrats on becoming more than what you were. That's nothing to be ashamed about/confess anonymously.
 
Still can't get over the girl I was supposed to be with

A few years back I met a girl through her work. We gave each other a few flirty looks from afar and I didn't think much of it. At some point I saw her face to face and told her "hi". She told me "hi" back. From there on I started liking her a little bit.

Eventually saw her a few times on my commute and finally had enough courage to speak to her for real. Got her number and we talked and talked that same night. We must've talked for a few hours and I started falling for her. She gave the same impression and we found out a lot about each other, got into some deep love stuff as well. Never had this serious feeling before, it would always take at least a few months of me knowing someone but I did hear you'd know immediately about the person that's actually your soulmate. Closest I got to feeling like that was with a girl from high school and even then it was after two years of spending time together. Still, the feeling was nothing like I had with this girl.

She was pretty tall, about 5"11. Had long black hair (when she would have it up and in sort of a bun I would go crazy for it) and was almost always well dressed, a bit casual at times but always looking good. She had only a little make up on and a beautiful face I can look hours into. The great thing was she did never go into slutty territory from what I saw, but never into good girl type either. She was like me as well, without any online profiles or into parties etc. It was fucking perfect.

I had this big plan to show up at her work writing a note through the "customer suggestions" wall and then surprise her with flowers and a date invitation. When I got there I found out she was let go. I immediately wanted to get my phone out and call her... But I couldn't find it. It was stolen. I called up the number, heard some guy for a few seconds and that was that. I lost my phone and also her number. I was pissed off since I had everything on that phone, including very important notes I couldn't afford to lose. Tried everything to get it back but never got it. Of course there was the girl but I thought "no biggie, I'll see her during my commute". Weeks passed however and I never got a glimpse of her. I remember thinking a lot about what I would do if I finally did see her, I started getting obsessed about her and get these rages about how everything turned out. I think maybe two or three months passed (I also had this big project at uni so was kind of occupied with this) and finally I saw her. Of course ran to her and started talking, she seemed a little sad and asked me why I never called her again. Explaining the situation didn't seem to do much since she didn't believe me. She was also seeing a guy saying I was too late. The moment she told me that was really coming heavy at me. I felt awful for the rest of the day, at the time however I played it cool and told her we could just be friends. She refused saying it'd be too difficult. I got home and just started smoking up two hash joints. It helped a bit but in the end I just couldn't shake her off of me. I was going crazy, my insides were being eaten, it literally felt like that.

I saw her again a few weeks later on the train station. I went up to her and passed off a note. It contained my new number. I told her that she should keep it and if things ever would get messed up with her current boyfriend she should consider giving me a call. She nodded and told be I should better leave. I did but I saw her slipping the note in her bag so I got hopeful, I was still thinking about her pretty much daily. Got some sleepless nights out of it just wishing she would call me.

That was about one year ago. I only saw her a few times during this period but never went up to her. I should drop the hope that she's going to call but I just can't. I've been with a few girls since then that I tried to be serious with but it just wasn't happening. I told my girlfriend to put her hair up because it turns me on that way and during love making plenty of times I thought of the other girl, it still fucks with me and I feel bad and unfair about it at the same time for that girl. I want her to go out of my head but it's just not happening. Sometimes I wonder if I'll find anyone that will make me feel that same way but I'm really doubtful. Right now I think it'll be at least five more years before I can be that serious again. All for a girl I was never really with in the first place. Fuck my life.
Your confession should have been "I'm REALLY verbose"
 
I tell my family the reason I don't like going outside is because of my anxiety, but really I'm afraid that people can read my mind and that everyone is always watching me, so I shut myself in my room to avoid everyone.
Your family already read your mind and knows this already.
 
So Bish is the worst. He perma banned me because he thought he could thought police. The worst part is he didn't even read the thread and took everything I said out of context. So I decided it might be fun to create a Bish "Dartboard". I since threw it out because me and my friends used it so much. I used the signature Bish avatar, I'm pretty sure one of my friends thinks I'm racist now XD. However, really, Bish you are a <Bish ain't the only one that can thought police bitch!-Love, Ronito>
Again, confession thread, not a bitch or troll thread.
 
I assume all posters with anime avatars are nerd virgin neckbeards with no life and who are too weak and effeminate to talk to women.

I assume all posters with MLP avatars are closet pedos or at the very least were molested as children.

I assume all posters without avatars are the most well adjusted and normal posters and only browse gaf sparingly.

I assume all posters with cats in their avatars secretly sneak out of bed while their wife is sleeping and suck anonymous dick at the nearest gas station. Jk ronito <3 u haha.

Hey, three out of four ain't bad. But which three did you get right??
 
I found out that my dad does cocaine. When I found out, it was literally the most surreal experience of my entire life. I was gonna post on GAF about it, but I figured that GAF wouldn't exactly have been an appropriate place to share something like that. To this very day, it's still very unsettling to me....and I found out almost a year ago.

Last summer, I was in my basement looking for some super glue, and when I opened up one of the desk drawers, I saw a small mound of white powder sitting on top of a small mirror with a razor blade next to it. I've never actually seen cocaine in real life (even though I'm sure some of my friends have done it) but time literally stood still for me; it was honestly the most jarring event that has ever happened to me. I just stood there, staring at it for maybe 5 minutes. Everything that I thought my dad stood for, everything I THOUGHT I knew about him.....was a complete lie. He's always getting on my case about frivolous bullshit and how I shouldn't be doing this and how I shouldn't be doing that, and now I come to find that he's doing THIS. And this is something that would effectively destroy his name, because he is almost like a celebrity where I live. Everywhere I go, whenever I say my name, they go, "Wait....you aren't so-and-so's son, are you?"

"The one that does cocaine? Yep, that's my dad!" In my head, that's what I'm thinking now.

I was so mad, confused, hurt, disappointed and just shocked when I found out. I just had to leave. So that day, I just up and left without telling anybody (while my parents left about 20 voice mail messages on my phone, because leaving with no notice is completely out of my nature). Before I left, I did inform my mom about it and she CLAIMED that she had no idea he was doing this but I didn't believe her. Whatever.

What used to be innocuous, regular behavior now makes me shudder. Every time he blows his fucking nose, every time he picks the shit out of his skin (which I now know upon research is a psychological disorder brought on by cocaine abuse), every time he flips the fuck out...I now associate with his drug use. But the thing is, I'm still searching for a way to inform him that I wish he would stop and seek help. It makes me cry every time I think about it. Why does he have to be doing this? Why did I have to find out? Why have I been burdened with such a....burden. I feel like it's my responsibility to try to help him (since he's my dad) but I am still having trouble coming to terms with this. I've talked to my friends about it and one of my better friends suggested that I do confront him and try to get him help. But it's so hard to come face-to-face with something that is pretty much KILLING you inside. Like they say, "Ignorance is bliss." Truer words were never spoken.

About 1 or 2 months ago, I was talking to my dad about something and he seemed to be in a rather jittery, frantic, euphoric mood. I was sitting at the table watching TV and after our conversation (we were talking about something I was watching), he went downstairs. I few moments later, as if he were the only person in the house, COMPLETELY oblivious of my presence upstairs, I hear small 'tapping' noises, as if he is hitting something against a table.

*tap tap tap tap tap tap*

....then I hear a long, deep inhale through the nostrils. A sniff. A SNIFF. A FUCKING SNIFF. He is down there doing cocaine and doesn't even give a shit that I can hear him. Or was he already high and didn't know that I could hear him? Does he think I don't care? Either way, I felt like someone had just stuck a dagger in my heart. I care about my family. I LOVE my family. Why do the people in my family have to be doing this?

After that, I talked to my mom, who once again, maintained that she didn't know he was doing this (this time around, she said she didn't know he was STILL doing it). Again...whatever. She tells me that she, however, may know who he is getting it from, and I'm like, "Well who the FUCK are these people?" (not in those exact words) They're older friends and I don't know them (and never heard of them) so there's not much I can do about that, even if I wanted to. I ask her if she has ever done cocaine (because she is literally the only one left in my family that isn't completely insane, IMO) and she says no, then thinks about it for a second, and says that she tried it once in college. Great. I'm the only one in my family who hasn't done drugs. Lovely. But I asked her if she would help me if I attempted to confront my dad about the drugs and she said that she would be behind me 100%.

And that was, like I said, 1 or 2 months ago. I'm still finding it hard to come to terms with. I've read over and over and over and over about ways to confront people about drug usage. I've even written a little script that I was prepared to use when I did it. But going through the actual motions is quite hard. I remember I got pretty tearful when I thought about it the other day, jumped in the car and started driving, then Andy Grammer's "Keep Your Head Up" came on the radio. It made me smile and feel a bit better, so I'm hopeful that one day, some way, some how, I'll be able to talk to my dad about this. He has effectively shattered my image of him but I still want him to be OK. He's always complaining about how I never talk to him anymore, and he's right: I honestly want nothing to do with him. I don't have too positive of an opinion about people who do drugs but I don't want to abandon him for it. But one thing that pisses me off is that I remember he accused my brother and I of doing drugs; he found some paper that people apparently keep cocaine in and wanted whomever it belonged to to confess. I didn't know what the fuck it was but now I cannot believe that he had the nerve to do something like that. Not only that, but I felt insulted that he would even LIKEN me to something like that. Now I really know who he is.

I feel like I've written a lot out of order, but this is basically a rant and a small plea for help, and perhaps some reassurance that I'm not alone in something like this, because I feel alone. I'll be on my own soon but sooner or later I'm either going to bring it up to him, or forget about it and regret it. Oh well. I feel better about telling GAF about it, although anonymously.
Wow, makes me glad that my Dad was never caught up in any stuff like that.

Still hang in there dude.
 
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