Confess your sins or shortcomings

People are annoyed because it seems that everybody on the Dope is such a perfect person, and Doperland is this place where nobody speeds, drives an SUV for fun and profit, or goes to the movie theatre and talks.

  • Well, I speed. Routinely 5-10 miles over the limit, everywhere I go. I have no excuse, other than I like it.
  • I don’t generally jaywalk here but that’s because I work on a very busy street and it’s silly to even try. When traffic is clear, though, you bet I’m crossing.
  • I don’t smoke pot solely because it’s illegal. Legalized, I’d smoke it. I don’t know if I’d like it, since I never have smoked it, but I hope I would, so I could enjoy myself.
  • My IQ has only been tested at 110, and that was years and years ago. That’s like, barely at the top end of “average”. It’s more than enough, I never wanted to be a genius.

I’m sure I’ll come back with more, but that’s all I’m up to confessing just now. How about you guys?

I´m way too lazy even for an average “young adult”.

I´m very often unmotivated to things that are beneficial for me.

Although I am a like-able person, I make no efforts to keep in touch with my friends.

Any time I can use alohol, or weed or even tobacco to ease my borderom, I will, despite the fact that I have a lot of interests on many different topics.

Even though I read a lot and am constantly eduating myself on the most up-to-date information, I do not use this to my advantage.

I´m not a pessimist, but I am a realist. Realism can be quite gloomy and because of this point of view, I´m apathetic towards many issues. The enviorment, poverty, fighting polical corruption, etc.

I have quite a few more to list, but I also procrastinate, so let me get back to doing *some * work.

I speed, too, sometimes 10-15 miles above the speed limit.

I spend too much time reading the Dope and not enough writing.

I make a huge effort not to deliberately make my husband feel bad even during arguments, but sometimes when he’s an asshole and feels remorse afterward, I’m glad and don’t attempt to make him feel better.

I feel intellectually superior to my mom because she doesn’t believe in evolution.

I think poorly of one of my acquaintances because she encourages her three-year-old to watch three hours of television a day by himself so he’ll get out of her hair and she can watch her soaps alone.

  • I routinely fail to live up to my potential. Because I have never put any serious effort into anything (school, sports, hobbies), I have little life experience, even for a 23 year old.
  • I have major depression and no hope for the future. Therapy hasn’t yet managed to fix things, but it helps some.
  • My parents fund my schooling and lifestyle. I have no job and sit around smoking pot (I do maintain good grades, however).
  • I have been in college on and off since I was 16. I’m 23 now, and won’t have my BA for two more quarters.
  • I’m smoking cigarettes again. Goddammit.

Anaamika, IQ means nothing IMHO. Mine was tested by a shrink at 136 and my GPA is around 2.8 :smack:

Another speeder. Last ticket I got was for 18 mph above the limit, and I was even annoyed at the cop for not giving me a break because I’m military. I was even in uniform, for cryin’ out loud!

I use “like” in conversation.

If I didn’t run an insanely high risk of losing my job and prosecution, I’d toke up in a heartbeat.

I speed.
I eat too seldom and too heavily.
I like alcohol too much.
I was very promiscuous until my marriage a couple years ago.
I am willing to solve some problems through violence as a first resort.
I no longer read for intellectual growth; it’s now just crap for enjoyment.
I am utterly convinced that I am better and have greater intrinsic worth than most people; anyone who disagrees with me is, clearly, stupid.
I don’t believe everyone is entitled to an opinion.
My capacity for love is limited to a rather small handful of people.

I speed and I am a better driver than you. I routinely drive within 9/10’s of my own abilities but you might want to brake for that turn. Oh, you didn’t brake? I hope you have insurance for that…

I smoke. Get over it already.

I don’t like children. Never have liked them and will never have any of my own.

I am a self-loathing egomaniac.

Although I can use correct grammar in speech, I usually say ‘ain’t’ and ‘like’ and all sorts of horrible things.

I spend too much time on the Internet and not enough time doing actual useful stuff like housework.

I have way too much fabric, and I keep buying more.

Sometimes my kids drive me batty!

I am a huge slacker. I flunked out of school because I went to ~15% of my classes that semester and didn’t do any homework. When I took the GRE I didn’t study at all or even know what the test was about.

I speed, I don’t really think that’s a sin though.

I’m mean. I make jokes at other people’s expense fairly regularly.

I’m often lonely, but am too much of a pussy to go out and make friends. 90% of my social interaction in my life has been a result of having one particularly gregarious friend since childhood.

Wow, interesting posts so far. Well…

I speed. Who doesn’t? I used to be a much faster driver, but I think getting older has caused me to slow down a lot.

If you make fun at an obvious weakness of mine, I won’t fight back unless you’re one of my best friends. I’ve purposefully lost arguments and became the whipping boy in a group simply because I don’t like making people feel bad about themselves.

If you’re female, I will probably not approach you or ask for your number unless I feel some extremely strong vibe from you, intentional or not. The hardest thing for me to do is chat up random girls.

I don’t read books very often, even though I’m a huge advocate of it. I own a lot of books and while I’ve read quite a few of them, many on my bookshelf have never even been cracked. Most of the reading I do is done on the internet.

I slack off way too much at almost every job I’ve ever worked. Most of the time I’m able to produce enough to meet deadlines and not get caught, though I did lose one job because I spent pretty much all my time cyberslacking.

I give up on sticking to my budget about a month after I create one. It’s probably why I’m scraping for rent every month even though it only constitutes about 20% of my net income.

Even though everyone’s entitled to their own opinions, mine are right and yours are wrong. I don’t feel superior to you, but I don’t see why you don’t get it.

I DO feel superior to you, however, if you fail to use proper grammar and spelling in emails, message boards, or even text messages. Nothing grates my nerves like “i 4got that! omg u2? lol” Before I bought a cell phone with a QWERTY keyboard, I still took the time to type correctly. Why can’t you?

I’ve smoked for about 15 years now. Hate it at some times, love it at others.

My diet consists of 90% meat and starches. I eat only one or two very large meals a day. I’m not a large guy, either.

I enjoy porn way too much.

-I loathe cleaning. If I didn’t have a boyfriend who comes over regularly and a new roommate moving in to the apartment in November I would probably clean a lot less than I do now, which still isn’t much. My gift to myself when I get financially stable is going to be hiring a cleaning service.

-When my cats run around like stampeding buffalo at 5 in the morning it makes me want to buy an air horn and use it to wake them up for no damn reason. I won’t, but I will indulge in a bit of fantasty every now and again.

-I can and will read the same books over and over again until the covers are falling apart and the pages are coming loose from their binding. I have bags and bags of new books I haven’t read yet but I still pick up the well worn books I’ve read dozens of times instead.

I get easily frustrated and irritated at tiny things more and more often.

I have to bite down on a nasty remark or temper tantrum sometimes.

I’m afraid of way, way, way too much in the world.

I talk to myself going down the street.

I sometimes fall out of touch with friends that I keep meaning to talk to.

  • for a grown woman, I am crap with money. I have no problem understanding big economic concepts and principles. But keeping within a budget? Paying all my bills on time? I did a better job of that when I was seventeen than when I’m 36.

  • I’m 100 pounds overweight. I know that I need exercise. I’ve even found forms of exercise that I enjoy. Exercise makes me feel better, sleep better, gives me more energy, helps my bouts of depression, and just makes me an all around better person. Have I made exercise a top priority? No. I’m doing well if it’s in the top five.

–I am routinely 5-10 minutes late for work. I know how long it takes to get there and yet I still try to squeeze in just one more snooze before I get up and rush around. I will often justify this lateness because I also can never leave work on time - I always spend 5-10 minutes wrapping up what I’ve been working on.

–I can process work faster than some of my peers. Rather than using that to increase my overall output, I do enough to get me praised and then use the extra time to cyberslack.

–I am not diligent about my laundry. I prefer to just own a lot of underwear and then wash several loads at once even though I have only my own laundry to do.

–Budgets? Ugh. I can micro-manage million dollar budgets for my employer, but often find myself living off $3 until payday because I’ve somehow managed to run myself in to the red or down to the thinnest edge of the black, again. My life would be so much better if I could turn my paycheck over to someone who will pay my bills and just live off an allowance.

–Men. I love them. I hate them. I want them to be irreversibly in love with me, and yet I don’t necessarily care for them at all. I’m a perpetual flirt with only one man owning the keys to my heart. I’m a heartless bitch.

–And yet - I’m such a people pleaser, that I will often subjugate my own will to theirs to make them happy.

– I’m a perfectionist and a procrastinator. This results in lots of projects and goals being put off or left uncompleted.

– I like alcohol too much, and I smoke.

– I get unreasonably cranky if I don’t get enough sleep

– I’m very passive in social groups

– I show signs of a martyr complex

– I use netspeak IRL sometimes. This is probably the worst sin :smiley:

I’m impatient. Especially if I’m being forced to act patient because someone is incompetent or just plain stupid (ie. cashiers who scan items at a snail’s pace, idiots who still haven’t figure out how to use an ATM, and so on and so forth).

I’m abrasive. I think the world would be a nicer place as a whole if people could just say what they meant and dispense with the whole politically correct molly-coddling. Suck it up, buttercup.

I procrastinate. Badly. It’s had some pretty bad consequences in the past, and yet I can’t seem to fix my whole I’ll-get-to-it-later mentality.

I shop constantly. My closet is overflowing with clothes, and yet I still often feel like I have absolutely nothing to wear… which probably has more to do with my laziness about laundry, rather than lack of options.

Lastly, dealing with money makes me irritable. I just want to sock my money away in an RRSP and forget about it. Bills are automatically debited from my account so I don’t have to worry about them. Having to actually THINK about a budget, let alone talk it to death on a monthly basis the way The Boy needs to do, is insanely stressful.

Oy. It’s a wonder I ever found someone willing to put up with me. :slight_smile:

I’m not particularly motivated to secure myself financially. I’ve started working at a temp agency recently but I still feel unmotivated to find a full-time job.

I’m a horrid procrastinator. Anything I need to get done gets done right before it needs to be done.

I’m not a fan of confrontation or fighting, so sometimes I’m too nice for my own good. I let people walk over me when I should be standing up for myself, but I don’t because I’d rather just not get into an argument.

35-45 pounds overweight depending on the chart.

A pack-a-day smoker.

Chronically impunctual.

On par with the Collyer brothersin terms of housekeeping.

Screen calls to a degree that drives friends and family nuts.

Sometimes fail to do follow-up rabies and heartworm treatments on the animals I raise from the dead.

I live for procrastination. Sometimes it takes me years to get the simplest tasks done.

I like alcohol. I like it a lot. I can be sober for years but when I fall off the wagon I hit the ground hard.

I’m not very social and don’t bother to keep contact with people who try to be my friends, but when I do make a friend it’s often with a very disreputable/bad boy type who causes me a lot of trouble. (And while I supposedly have a 130 IQ this doesn’t stop me from REPEATEDLY running off and doing dumb things with the bad boys I meet.)

I’m headed towards being one of those hoarder/clutterer people.

I’m irritable and temperamental, though as I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten a little better at dealing with things that tick me off.

  • You can add me to the “no ambition” list. I’ve got a steady job and a steady income. With a good deal of work (it wouldn’t be easy) I could upgrade to a better job. I am lazy about it, I admit.
  • I screen calls and I am shameless about it. I will probably call you back even if I am expecting you.
  • I don’t make my bed, unless someone is coming over. I don’t see the point. I’m just going to mess it up again.
  • You can put me on the money thing, too. I have no problem turning control of our finances over to my SO. People have accused me of being unfeminist over this. I say, true feminism includes understanding one’s faults and understanding where the individual man, not men, do better at something than you.