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There was a very sweet intelligent girl in high school who had a serious crush on me. Unfortunately I was not attracted to her at all. I tried to be nice and said the whole lets be friends thing. She didn’t get the hint.
Me and some friends were at some party getting shit faced when she shows up and being all flirty with me. Me with about 5 beers in me, "Get away from me you skank! " The look she gave me will haunt me until I die. It would have been better if she shot daggers with her eyes, all that was there was hurt.
I’m sorry Stacey.
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Just curious, how long ago was this?
27 years ago. I now always try to treat people with respect due to this one incident. Hey, thats the point of this thread, right?
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27 years ago. I now always try to treat people with respect due to this one incident. Hey, thats the point of this thread, right?
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Was just wondering how long it’d been bothering you. Too bad everyone hasn’t learned the lesson you took away.
I think most of us have one of these memories haunting us.
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(After your post, imagine the voice of God (or the Great Architect or your super-ego or Cecil Adams or whatever higher power you want to imagine) saying “Ego absolvo te a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti Amen.”)
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The god of the boards is Og. Og doesn’t forgive, and Og sure as hell don’t know latin.
Og Smash!
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Yeah, that’s definitely pretty shady.
My confession is that sometimes I get really annoyed by homeless people who ask me for money. I hate feeling guilty for not giving them any, and I hate feeling like a chump when I do. For me and homeless people, there’s no middle ground – either feeling like I got ripped off or feeling like I’m an uncaring person. It’s one of the things about myself I don’t like.
Also, today I ate three bars of white chocolate.
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Maybe you’re approaching the give
ot give question from the wrong angle. See you have two conflicting sets of ethics going on there. No win.
Try asking yourself this question. If you weren’t judging yourself, which action would you feel better about?
Keep in mind it’ll vary between your moods. See stuff like that is part of your humanity. The messy imperfect bits are what give you soul.
I hope that makes sense. I used to be a chronic worrier about stuff like that too. Just giving you a heads up.
I killed JFK.
In seriousness…
A few weeks ago I was alone home with my daughter, my husband had been out of the country for weeks and my kid spent the last of my patience and I screamed at her. It’s still eating me. I am deadly afraid of the monster that lives within me. 
I am sorry baby.
I am spending my economic stimulus check. It is paying rent. When I heard wind of this ridiculous development a few months back, I told myself, I’d give it to charity or something noble and selfless like that. But one moderately-big ER bill (I have no health insurance, so I gotta pay it myself) and a couple of other smaller bills later (like the aforementioned rent), I’m forced to actually spend it on myself.
I did buy a decent bottle of wine and a box of cigars with it, though, with the leftover. I think I feel more guilty of that than anything.
Is pre-marital sex a sin? 'Cause I do that ALL the time. Forgive me.
I’ll be back later.
Og help me, I fantasized yesterday about forcing myself on a woman.
It gets worse. This was the woman.
Hey, she was on C SPAN in a tank top. Turns out she’s kinda buff for a bloviating old harpy.
I feel sorry for wasting water at work in the bathroom.
I sometimes have to turn the water on so that is masks the … effervescence of my effulence?
(that and my giggles)
that and having to flush twice wastes water as well.
When I was about ten I shot a frog with a BB gun and it most likely died from the BB. I still feel guilty over that and I’m 29 now. I’m just glad I learned my lesson about the error of taking innocent life on a frog and not a person. I’m sorry Mr./Mrs. Frog. I pray that you can fogrive me with your froggy heart while you party in froggy heaven.
Because of the possibility of people being able to look me up here, I will keep this as ambiguous as possible:
I did something I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.
I’m living in sin, with lots of very convenient and very good premarital sex. I’m thinking that the actual sin here is that I really don’t feel the least bit guilty about it.
