GAF Anonymous Confessions thread 4.0 the last huzzah

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I know the feel bro.
There are days I just wish that I was that one special creation that was important to an omnipotent god. It was a good security blanket.

But at the same time, there's much beauty in truth and the glory of universe doesn't need a paternal god to be any more beautiful.

I know how you feel. At times I wish I was still a kid and didn't have to worry about bills and all that. But all being said, I'd much rather be a grown up.

Read this:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5015557

it helps

Robert Ashley also feels your pain: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNZM6IPoAO8
 
This isn't really that bad but I figured I'd post it here anyway:

When I was in highschool I used to do a lot of random chemistry experiments, but I didn't have many chemicals. So I figured I'd just steal stuff from the chemistry lab in school.
Being fairly cowardly and not wanting to get caught, I waiting until the Memorial Day (which is taken pretty seriously here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_Hazikaron).
During that day I sorta hung back when everyone went to the ceremony. I then waiting until the moment the siren started (a minute in which everyone stops from whatever they were doing and remember the fallen), and at that moment snuck into the lab, because I was sure there would be no one around.
Took some stuff and got outta there. Still don't regret it.

Years later I'd confess this to some of my fellow soldiers during a social exercise about sharing in about the second week of my service.
 
This isn't really that bad but I figured I'd post it here anyway:

When I was in highschool I used to do a lot of random chemistry experiments, but I didn't have many chemicals. So I figured I'd just steal stuff from the chemistry lab in school.
Being fairly cowardly and not wanting to get caught, I waiting until the Memorial Day (which is taken pretty seriously here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_Hazikaron).
During that day I sorta hung back when everyone went to the ceremony. I then waiting until the moment the siren started (a minute in which everyone stops from whatever they were doing and remember the fallen), and at that moment snuck into the lab, because I was sure there would be no one around.
Took some stuff and got outta there. Still don't regret it.

Years later I'd confess this to some of my fellow soldiers during a social exercise about sharing in about the second week of my service.

You made drugs, didn't you? :p
 
I think I am probably the definition of failing at life. Or, rather, failing at having a life. I have a solid job, I work from home, I've got a 3 bedroom apartment in a nice part of town all to myself, and no real bills outside of utilities and such. I can pretty much buy whatever I want.

And yet, I have no friends nor a significant other (and I've never maintained a relationship for more than 8 months). I seem incapable of making any kind of friends and I haven't had anyone to hang out with in a couple of years now. This has caused me to be withdrawn and I seem to have become a recluse in where I can go weeks or months without even going outdoors since I have no reason to go anywhere thanks to modern day shipping/delivery services.

It really makes me reflect back on myself at times - What am I doing wrong? Why do I like the things I like? Why am I so boring? I seem to rarely have anything of significance to add to a conversation and when I do talk I tend to be ignored, so I think at some point I just gave up.

I pay $70 a month for a cell phone and nobody calls or texts me, nor do I have anyone to call or text. I once invited people over for my birthday and nobody showed up, so I ended up drinking myself into a stupor and passing out on the floor.

It seems like I should have a fantastic life based on my money situation, and yet I am simply lonely. I don't know how to break out of this cage I've locked myself in and I'm prone to fits of depression. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.

Well, start by going out more. Instead of ordering that videogame, go buy it outside. Say hello to the clerk that gets it for you. It's not hard if you want to change, you just have to go for it. Also, help me get a job like yours. Seriously, PM me guy and help me, because my confessions is that I'm working a job I can't stand, but I've got friends. You get me the job, I'll get your friends...win/win.
 
Forget crime scenes... I don't think I'll ever be able to visit a hotel again.

I think I've told this story before on GAF.
But I travel for work quite a lot.
One week I spilled my water and I went to get a towel to clean it up, but the time I got there it was already mostly dried and thought to myself, "Man, these are really absorbent carpets......eeeewwwwww!!"
 
I think I've told this story before on GAF.
But I travel for work quite a lot.
One week I spilled my water and I went to get a towel to clean it up, but the time I got there it was already mostly dried and thought to myself, "Man, these are really absorbent carpets......eeeewwwwww!!"

ewwwwww
 
I think I've told this story before on GAF.
But I travel for work quite a lot.
One week I spilled my water and I went to get a towel to clean it up, but the time I got there it was already mostly dried and thought to myself, "Man, these are really absorbent carpets......eeeewwwwww!!"

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I think I've told this story before on GAF.
But I travel for work quite a lot.
One week I spilled my water and I went to get a towel to clean it up, but the time I got there it was already mostly dried and thought to myself, "Man, these are really absorbent carpets......eeeewwwwww!!"

Dude....I didn't need to know that
 
Do you ever like if you don't feel really clean after wiping your ass, take the towel for a quick wipe and then put it up there for other people to user afterwards too?

Not that I would ever do that.

Used to do this, until my sister was using one to dry her face and called me on the fact that a fresh towel smelt like ass. That's the advantage of semen, no paper trail (unless it's cumulative over a few months, ho ho).
 
Used to do this, until my sister was using one to dry her face and called me on the fact that a fresh towel smelt like ass. That's the advantage of semen, no paper trail (unless it's cumulative over a few months, ho ho).

Ever heard of laundry?

edit: I'm tossing out all my brown and off white towels. Only pure white towels from now on.
 
GAF doesn't even need this thread anymore now that the Beiber thread has devolved in proud creepy underage girl stalkerdom. Why anonymously confess when everyone else is being open about it?
 
Dearest Ronito,

I think this thread needs a shot in the arm. I saw a thread on another site about the freakiest things you've done for your SO in bed. I think this thread would be a great place for that.

For me, I dated a guy (I'm a guy) who loved to put his nose in my armpit when I was cumming. It was really strange but it really got him off. He said the smell really turned him on.

Hope people have some better confessions than mine. I don't want to be the only one with a freaky SO.

Love you! (no homo)

Actually I've heard of this before. I had read about it in a book about sex way back a few years ago. As I remember this was a european thing. The idea was that a woman musks when she orgasms and the places she musks is her pubic area and her armpits. As the pubic area is, um, occupied then guys would go for the armpit. I remember reading a few years later in some tabloid trash rag that one of George Clooney's exes said he was into it. So not surprising that other people are into it. I don't know if men work the same way as women do so I don't know if there's any real reason for them to do so. But at least I have heard of this.

We'll see if anyone sends in anything.

Love you too.
 
He smelled your pits? Eh, I've heard weirder. Come on GAF, we can do better. I'd submit but my sex life is pretty vanilla.

And what is so funny about a couple of dudes with cat avatars?
 
I worked for a major national retailer that everyone shops at that set out the toy bins for toys for tots thing. Last year, more than once I saw the store manager go and take some of the toys from the bins and put them back on the shelf. I quit right after the holidays were over. But since then I never give to those bins anymore.

I've actually heard the same kind of stories from others. My wife and kids still donate to toys for tots but instead of doing the store thing we go to Cal Expo where they have the marines there to take the toy donations directly. That way we're sure it goes to a kid in need.
 
Back when I was a religious virginal teen, I had a girlfriend that was also religious and a virgin. We would make out and get hot and heavy but we'd stop short of aney genital/boob stuff. One time we were making out and I put my hand on her belly eventually I put my finger in her belly button. She moaned like a porn star. So I kept doing it. Until she came. That's right, I finger banged my gf in her belly button.
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My confession isn't as much a confession, as I haven't done anything really bad. I do however portray myself to be this amazing healthy person on here that I am not. I am suffering from anxiety and depression. I live with my partner and while they work fulltime its not enough to support both of us. I can't work, I have arthritis, although really not as bad as it is with most, hell, most people can never tell unless I tell them as I don't show any physical signs of arthritis but the meds I am have taken a toll on my body. I feel tired all the time and I can't do a lot of the heavy work because of it. I am awesome with computers but I can't find any job because when I was in school I had one of the flareup and became bedridden for a long time and didn't renew my passport and visa (I'm a foriegner who came here to study and because most my family reside here now) I missed an entire year and then got kicked out of school and now I have no status, security number or anything so I can't really look for a job. I tried looking for jobs online but most of the time it doesn't work. most are just get rich scam when infact I really am not after that I just want to make extra 400 to 500 a month even 200 a month would be enough. We are going into debt and I'm forced to take help from family which I really hate. I dunno how we're gonna make it next month, tbh. I am so desperate that I am thinking of joining the webcam sites whoring myself out and maybe make some cash that way. I doubt anyone on gaf would recognise me as I have not posted many pictures and most probably don't even know me. I hate it, I wish there was a way I could get a few hundred every month doing some kind of legitimate job online until I get myself a valid visa, which could take a while. I feel extremely lost!!!

I had RSI on my left hand and I know it's really painful, but it wasn't as debillitating as your case. But I can sympathize.

As to the webcam thing. I did once take a confession from a webcammer on google chat. I ended up not posting it since they 1) asked me not to post our conversation and 2) they were a lurker and didn't have a neogaf account so it broke the rules anyway. But here's some of what they said.

- Unless you're a hot chick you have to set yourself apart, so you might have to do some strange stuff.
- You don't make as much money as you'd think
- There are creepers so you gotta be careful
- Unless you're doing some niche stuff you always have to be promoting
- You lose all privacy, some day the pics will come back to you
- It can be nice to say you masturbate for a living
 
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