The CFC Confessions Thread

I had the same sort of problems in fifth grade until I broke a kids leg by pushing them off the slide. After that, the other kids left me alone. I claimed it was in a fit of rage, but it was premeditated. I still feel bad about it sometimes.

I broke a kid's wrist once.

They told someone to kick me, so why go after the kicker? I decided to go right to the source. :mischief: (I was like 12, but still).
 
I wish Plutonian Empire had a higher opinion of himself, and his sense of humour.
Actually, I get away with my humor that vast majority of the time IRL in IRL interactions with real life people, so it could be the factor as to why I persist in making my jokes online despite each and every one of them crashing and burning. :dunno:
 
-I support legalized Marijuana

I've gotten a few family members ticked at this one. I'm very careful where I mention the likes of that. If the person is a typical "Government needs to protect people from themselves" person, I won't even bring it up.

-I feel uncomfortable debating politics IRL since most of my friends are left-leaning.

The right is right, the left... will be left behind:mischief:

-I have a low self-image: I'm always afraid that when people say that I'm funny, or fun to be around with, they just are saying that to make me feel good.

Brighten up:) You are an awesome poster;)

My parents are good people, but very strict, and they are stuck in the early 90's, and think that by me posting online, I'm opening myself up to paedophiles. If I told them, they would be mad at me.

That one sucks, but isn't that a confession for your parents? Its not your fault they're stuck in the 90's:p

As for me....

I support Ron Paul:mischief:

My political positions are highly unusual, and sometimes bizarre, but its really only on CFC that I ever really lose a debate.

There are people IRL who think I'm a radical:p
 
1) CFC is becoming increasingly boring to me

2) There are a lot of users who I am glad that I'll probably never encounter outside of CFC
 
I don't make it out as if I am a history buff in real life either, largely because I am not sure what people's reaction would be. A few people whom I've known for a long time know but mostly only because they've known me for a long time. (And they regularly quiz my on my knowledge of capitals of random countries because that is an adequate test of history for some reason...)

I had the same sort of problems in fifth grade until I broke a kids leg by pushing them off the slide. After that, the other kids left me alone. I claimed it was in a fit of rage, but it was premeditated. I still feel bad about it sometimes.

Fifth grade was a difficult year for me too. I got bullied alot but I got stronger in character because of it so I don't regret it at all. I never got bullied since.
 
As for women, they're a bit like buses. Wait for ages, then three of them come along at once, just when you least expect it.
I confess that I and sick and utterly tired of hearing this bullcrap. :rolleyes:

After hearing this bullcrap non-stop for 27 straight years, I see it for what it really is: bullcrap. :rolleyes:

The more popular variation:
Just keep waiting; the "Right One" will come along when you least expect it.
Is also bullcrap. :rolleyes:
 
A couple true confessions this time:

When I was a little kid I would dig holes in the sandbox at the playground, cover them up with sticks and paper, and put sand overtop.. I wasn't hoping anybody would get hurt.. I just felt like a little spy or something, you know? It was really stupid and I hope nobody got hurt...

One time when I was maybe 7-8 I was screwing around with 2 friends outside.. At one point they were for some reason maybe 5-10 metres away from me.. I'm not sure why, but I picked up a part of a brick (maybe 1/3 of one) and threw it up in the air towards them. The brick hit one of my friends in the head.. He fell down and started bleeding. He was my second best friend at the time.. secretly my best friend really, cause my "best" friend was kind of a jerk. Anyway, the guy falls over and his head is split wide open or something.. and I'm just standing there, all freaked out.. and some passer-by guy in a suit comes up (he had a suit on or was dressed nice) and starts asking me stuff like "what did you do, kid?" or "do you know what you just did?".. Man.. I got the hell out of there and hid in a trench at a construction site until the sun started to go down.. then I slowly and carefully made my way into our apartment building (which had 4 separate entrances, thank god).. I never heard ANYTHING about this from anyone ever again.. which was weird.. I don't think my friend told on me. I haven't talked to him since grade 4, I hope he's alright and doing well...

This also reminds me of a time when a bunch of friends were chasing me on bikes.. at first it was playful, we were riding our bikes around, doing stunts, etc.. But then it somehow turned into a chase where it seemed I would get hurt or at least that's the idea I got.. I biked as fast as I could to my parents' garden (right beside the apartment building, each apartment in the building had their own little plot of land), jumped off my bike, grabbed a twig that I think I knew was there, turned around, WHIPPED one of my friends across the face with the twig as he was biking by, ninja-style,.. he falls off, starts crying, everyone else is all "WTH", I can't even remember what *my* reaction was..

Then there was that time when the guy who got whipped across the face was talking to his dad.. The thing is that his dad was on the balcony of their apartment and me and his kid were in the community playground/sandbox.. So they're talking, his dad is standing there, we're playing with something in the sandbox, they occasionally exchange some words.. then for some freaking reason I kicked the guy full-force in the stomach.. I can't remember why.. it must have been a disagreement or *something* because I don't think I would have just done that for no reason.. Anyway, his dad is all "WTH" and starts screaming at me and saying that he's going to kick my butt and all that.. mind you I'm SEVEN or SIX or EIGHT or whatever and he's got NO SHIRT on, and I'm freaked out.. So I run to the construction site (yeah, it was right beside our school, which was right beside our apartment building. They were building a swimming pool - which was taking literally years.. the construction site made a fun playground/hiding place).. And you know it, I hide there until the sun starts going down, sneak back home, and nobody EVER talks about what happened again.

Are those confessions? I guess they're more like stories. and by the way, the weird thing is that was a freaking QUIET kid. I was so shy for the first 6-7 years of my life I wouldn't talk to anybody but my parents.... and thinking back, I don't think I was a crazy, not-well-adjusted, or even violent kid.. but then there's all those memories.. so hmm.. maybe I am crazy after all! Which probably means you should all stay the hell away from me
 
I care about what people think of me way too much.
I eat Chick Fil-A at least three times a week at my University food court.
I always start projects and get bored with them two days later.
My knowledge on most subjects is Wikipedia articles and YouTube videos.
I've only been to one protest in my whole life(anti-fascist demonstration in Hamburg), and we left early.
From the age of 13 to 18 I did my homework at home maybe 5% of the time.
I can't even run a mile.
I often feel the urge to do something just because I was told not to.
I had to shorten this list because there are many things in my life that I'm still not comfortable admitting, even to anonymous strangers.
 
My knowledge on most subjects is Wikipedia articles and YouTube videos.

I'm guilty of this as well :blush:

I've been trying to branch out into books, but it's hard to find the time.
 
I confess that I and sick and utterly tired of hearing this bullcrap. :rolleyes:

After hearing this bullcrap non-stop for 27 straight years, I see it for what it really is: bullcrap. :rolleyes:

The more popular variation:

Is also bullcrap. :rolleyes:

Would you prefer the/an alternative then? Here it is:

Just forget it. Stop being so narcissistic and carry on regardless.

What alternative do you have?

Think of someone (anyone?) else, just for once, eh?
 
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