Doper Confessions

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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That made me squeal with laughter.

Amen, amen, amen.

Let me add:

[ul]
[li]I cannot stand coffee. I love the smell, hate the taste.[/li][li]I am a fan of both Stephen King and a lot of “chick lit”[/li][li]Sushi grosses me out[/li][li]I am the anti-foodie. If I could take a pill (a la The Jetsons) instead of eating, I so would[/li][li]I have a little crush on Andy Richter even though he isn’t the “type” of guy I normally crush on.[/li][li]I keep checking the Doper picture thread because I love seeing what everyone looks like ;)[/li][li]The ladies trying to out do each other with bikini pics and cleavage are making me laugh, yet I feel the female urge to participate.[/li][/ul]

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  1. Really uptight folks? I only barely care what they think about much of anything. Customer service does that to you: you put on a concerned face, because you’re supposed to. But the truth is, the things people get wound up about can be astounding. Not worth my time, off the clock.

1 1/2) But don’t get me wrong, I love hard and I love most everyone until they give me a reason not to.

  1. I don’t like fried chicken.

  2. I’m actually pretty darn happy. I’m sorry this pisses some people off.

  3. I lied. I’m not sorry at all. :stuck_out_tongue: I waded through a whole lot of shit to get here, and I’m proud of who I am. This leads back to my number 1: be damned if anyone’s going to try to bring me down with petty garbage.

  4. Deep down, I want to be a Dame of Burlesque. I want to be Nathan Lane’s Starina from the Birdcage. I want to be a middle-aged, gay, cross-dressing man in a bad movie.

  5. I live in pseudo-fear of becoming a crazy cat lady. The idea secretly pleases me.

  6. I think my '79 Monte Carlo makes me pretty cool. :cool: It’s gotta count for something!

  7. I don’t tolerate yelling. If someone asks me a question from two rooms away, I either stand up and walk into the room they’re in before I answer, or I won’t answer at all until they can be civil and come talk to me, to my face. I learned this from my Mother, who refused to speak to us kids through closed doors. My manager drives me nuts; not only does he yell from the back warehouse, but yelling back is especially useless: he’s deaf in one ear. :smack:

  8. I like my sugar to have a few drops of coffee in it.

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I don’t like confrontation, whether it’s between others or others and me. I’ll actively do my best to avoid it.

I’m actually quite shy and not all that self-confident.

I’m not a huge fan of seafood. I’ll eat it, but refuse to eat crab or oysters. Those make me gag.

I love coffee black, however once in a blue moon, I’ll put a little sugar and heavy cream in it. I only do this when I’m alone in the house.

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Don’t bother, bitch, we know you’re hotter than both of us… :wink:

I never would have posted pics that like in my 30’s… must be a mid-life crisis coming on!

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My turn. I have to admit, many of these are repeats becuase I read them upthread and thought “Hey, me too”
1)Hate coffee, I’ve had about three sips my entire life, I will however sometimes brew it just for the smell, I looooove the smell. Even if I liked the taste, it’s waaaay to hot for me.

2)I hate fruit, period.
2b)I work at a fruit market.
2c)I do enjoy most fruit flavored things, I just don’t like fruit in and of itself.
2d)The fruit market is a family business, and there’s a good chance I’ll own it someday. Luckily over the years it’s become more deli oriented.

3)I eat most vegetables, but I won’t touch raw vegetables.

  1. (This is hard to admit on this mb) I hate reading. Well, it’s not that I hate it, it’s that I can’t and never could concentrate on it. I’ll read three pages and not have a clue what I read and have to go back and re-read it. The only way I can read ‘for fun’ is to take ritalin or adderall. Otherwise the ADD takes my brain for a vacation. So I don’t bother. I don’t think I’ve ever really read a book that wasn’t required for a class. Wait, in high school I read Marilyn Manson’s Long Hard Road Out Of Hell. It was good, I insuffalted a lot of ritalin to get through it though.

5)I’ve never had a soda in my life. I hate hate hate carbonation. (I can drink beer and vodka tonics and whiskey sours (with squirt) becuse there is considerably less cabonation then a can of coke). Even if I didn’t mind the carbonation, I think the taste of cola is disgusting. Actually, now that I think about it, about a year ago I decided that I’m a big boy and should be able to tolerate a few bubbles on my throat. I popped open a sprite and took a sip. A)nope still don’t like the carbonation b)taste like sugar/syrup. So no soda for me. If you were to add up all the soda I’ve drank in my entire life (excluding tonic and the squirt in WS) it would be less then a single shot glass. But I suppose that’s good.

6)Did I mention I hate reading. I feel less intelligent when people (IRL or here) talk about all the books they’ve read and can discuss them. I always try to steer the conversation to movies. I’ve seen ALOT of movies.

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I’m glad you are getting a chuckle out of it :stuck_out_tongue: The picture of my cleavage was an accidental zoom when trying to take a picture of my shirt (it is truly an awesome shirt) but it came out so well I thought I’d try to get some mileage out of it! I won’t be actively trying to get pictures of my breasts to put online though. I am not sure how I would explain that to my boyfriend!

me: “Honey, take some pictures of my boobs.”
bf: “Excellent! Is there a particular reason or did you just think up this game to make me happy?”
me: “Well, I somehow started a competition online and I need some really awesome pictures of my tits so I can continue competing.”
bf: “Wait, so you want me to take pictures of your boobs for some weird, sexy photo olympics online?”
me: “Yeah!”
bf: “…”
me: “Would you rather just get it on?”
bf: :smiley:

As for other confessions, pizza is about the best food in the world and I could eat it every single day and never get tired of it. In fact I did for 2 years when I managed a pizzaria in college and I still love the stuff.

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Thank you! :cool: :smiley:

Please could women organise a system so we chaps know who wants us to gaze admiringly at them and who doesn’t. :confused:

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When I’m bored I go through the craigslist personal ads and make fun of the guys I see.

I have a deep and undying crush on Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap. Considerate, self-sacrificing, good-looking, dedicated to bettering the world…and oh boy, can he sing!

I read Maxim because it’s the only thing in the bathroom but always regret it afterwards.

I can’t stand the taste of wine.

I love the sound of thunder.

I have a girl-crush on Anne Hathaway.

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Please, don’t let us stop you. I insist.

Really, feel no need to restrain yourself here.

:smiley:

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I will confess right here and now that parts of this thread are seriously skeeving me out, and yet I, too, would like to submit my cleavage for your approval. :confused:

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Along the same lines, I tolerate other people’s dogs, but really only like mine.

I don’t know why everyone is so down on 70s and 80s styles.

I can taste certain colors. It makes watching Pushing Daisies* interesting.

Once I haven’t seen someone for awhile, I pretty much stop missing them. Even if we were close beforehand. This is why I’ll probably never go to a class reunion.

*A show with very brightly colored sets.

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I broadcast myself…doing things…over the Internet, and not just when I’m blacked out, and people seem to enjoy it.

I do not give a shit about the environment or preserving the Earth for future generations.

As a junior in high school I skipped school for three weeks in a row and faked a depression to avoid being punished for it.

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Now* this* is a confession. I don’t want to read about how you don’t like a popular tv show or your unique personal preferences- I want dirt. Wave your freak flag proudly!

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Ummmm. OK, there’s all manner of personal eccentricities I could laundry list out for you, but Otto’s confession, (And a desire to see Trublmaker/ATG’s cleavage) is keeping me to just one.

I once faked a seizure to get a vacation from work. Got short term disability, even, on top of salary covered by sick hours.

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I pretend to be much more neutral on this board than I actually am. While I have learned to base my actions and judgments on reason, my soul is not rational or practical. I’m a tree-hugging, dancing around in my bare feet, embracing the world do-gooder idealist. So while I’m telling you (general you) I can sort of see your point (and I can), deep down everything you say screams wrong, wrong, wrong! I know we were put on this earth to love other people. If your politics, your life philosophy, your actions, don’t reflect that, you’re wrong. Sorry. ‘‘Bleeding heart liberal’’ has nothing but positive connotations for me. My heart will bleed until the day I die.

I spend a great deal of time naked.

Even though I am 25 and have more life experience, wisdom, and maturity than most people my age, I still feel young, inexperienced, and immature.

I spend more time thinking about sex than I do thinking about morality, philosophy, literature, art, politics, or pretty much anything. I prefer the thinking to actually doing. I wish there were more threads on the Dope about sex.

I secretly like the things about me that I worry other people will judge me for. Like the fact that I’m melodramatic and emotional. I love that about me. I am never bored with my life no matter what’s going on. I can find meaning in ANYTHING. A car crash, a jellybean, a book, a conversation. Personally I think it’s a very useful part of my personality.

I think Heinlein sucks too. I tried to read Friday and Starship Troopers and felt like I was reading a poorly-written satire. Also Kubrick. Kubrick’s directed more shitty, pretentious movies than he’s directed good ones.

I look up to most of the women on this board with great admiration. You may not have known it, but you’re my role models.

My breasts are so magnificent I don’t even need to bother wearing low-cut tops to get the point across. Showing cleavage would just be rubbing it in. :stuck_out_tongue:

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You’re me. I love you.

I love me! :eek:

…go, me! :smiley:

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You know, it’s funny. I had the same thought reading your post. Especially the part about earning your happiness. Some people just seem to sort of have it automatically, others have to work for it. I worked for mine and I’ve reached the point where no external event will be permitted to take it away.

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I’ll be honest, I’ve been reading your posts here for a long time, and though I’ve not said much, I’m usually nodding and agreeing with you. Especially re:

I try to act tougher and rougher than I am, but deep, deep down, I don’t understand why people don’t take responsibility for their own happinesses, put down the emo gun and start actively helping out those who are really messed up. I get tired, sometimes, and lash out at people who feel the desperate need to be negative, but for the most part, I want to be a light. A bright, shining, beacon of happiness. It was hard to get to this point, but I want it more than anything. I’m more selective about the things I dislike than the things I love.

Also, the sex thing. Some people really hate that. And I don’t care. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Me, too. I basically think about sex 24/7, and find inspiration in everything. I only watch the Olympics because I like to think about all those hot, muscled bodies either celebrating after a victory or consoling each other after a loss (the best part of the swimming matches was all the hugging afterwards!). Gay, straight, threesomes, orgies…I’m pretty equal opportunity. A friend of mine once asked me if I ever thought about anything else, and honestly, I had to say no. My biggest confession? I write romance because books that don’t contain sex (or aren’t about sex) just do not interest me. Fortunately, this wasn’t a problem when I was in grad school because basically every single book we studied was about sex (some were more blatant than others), and often kinky sex at that.

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I suppose I could add more.

I love disco. I like 70s clothes. I like the 70s colors. My mother is ashamed.

I’m tempted to take pictures of my boobs for y’all but I’d have to get dressed and brush my hair first.

I will intentionally talk like a redneck on occasion and not in a mocking way (y’all, double negatives, etc).

Generally I don’t enjoy eating. Unless I’m going out with someone, I’d rather not do it at all. (It’s not that I think I’m fat or anything, I just don’t want to stop what I’m doing, cook / prepare food, and then clean it up. Even if it’s something as simple as Cheerios). I know this is why I’m often depressed (poor diet). I tend to have Cheerios far too often and sometimes make a meal of Oreos and milk or some other dessert.

I’d love to be a 50s style housewife. I also think I might be a sub. (I’m jealous of Freekalette, I really am.)