I am the center of attention within my group of friends. I am the one who has the parties, plans night outs, lives the fullest and the wildest of all the people I know. People have stated they want my life, they want to be me. It is not a problem, it’s just what I do.
The secret is a cliche, that I am unsure, scared, depressed, insecure and unsatisified with everything I do. I am an emotional wreck that has the appearance of a rock. I’m afraid of death, life, religion, atheism, clowns, anything ending in “o-rama,” hospitals, engines, whitebread middle america, etc.
If you’ve ever seen Office Space, my work productivity is sometimes less than the 15 minutes a week of the main character.
Also, what people think is a passing interest in kinky things is bordering on an obsession.
I never liked the Beatles.
I should be in love, but I’m not, and I want to be.
I like Spongebob Squarepants.
I think my vote doesn’t count.
I think figure skating and sychronized swimming should be punishable by law.
I thought this would be relieving, but now I’m just depressed.
I think I have felt just about every secret lost4life posted. I never like the beatles either. And spongebob is one of my favorite cartoons. Lost4life dont be depressed ( think of spongebob to help you through)
The people with the most accurate, clearest view of how the world really works tend to be really depressed. We live in a troubled, sick and even evil world.
We all have a few choices: see the world for what it really is and get seriously bummed out, self-deceive and put on a “happy face” (it’s probably too late for you to try that) or do what you can to make the world better, hoping for a brighter future while placing your faith in a higher power.
(Runs for cover for incoming slings and arrows to follow)
I had sex with a woman a couple of months ago, and I did not (and still do not) know her name. It was really nasty 2 guy/1 girl sleazy sex too. I have told one person, and of course the other two people involved know too, so it’s not exactly a secret.
Okay, here goes…
I’ve never had an orgasm with a guy, but I’ve faked it…
My mom and sister went lingerie shopping with me yesterday to Fredericks to help me pick out what to wear on my Honeymoon (awful, I know…)
It bothers me that on my deadjournal, no one has ever left a comment… I feel so… unloved…
I am engaged…to two different girls. It happened because I was never able to break up with either one of them and things just progressed. I lead a double life that neither one knows about. It consumes all of my time.
I’m the supportive one among my group of friends. I’m the one that they go to to cry on, I’m the one that appears so in control of everything–her homework, her life, her situation. I’m one of the few people I know at my school who’s not undergoing psychiatric treatment.
Underneath all of it, though…I’m basically just a bundle of chaos. I give my life just enough direction and put in just enough effort to keep things from falling apart. There are times I need to kick my own ass just to get myself out of bed. I have no motivation to do anything constructive most of the time–I do these things because I “should,” or because it’s what’s expected. But, for me, classwork is not inherently more important than my finishing my crayon drawing. I’m incredibly scatterbrained, and find importance in the smallest things. My support of friends isn’t really because I care so much as I care, so I know that’s what I’m supposed to do, but it doesn’t bother me either way.
…this leads to a life that can be extremely fulfilling, but not particularly extraordinary. It’s odd. Basically…I have no ambition, no drive except for A.) my writing and B.) my friends. And pretty much no one realizes this, because I have a high GPA and stuff.
I frequently look at people, nod and smile, but do not hear a word they are saying.
No matter where I have been, I have always fantasized about packing up and taking off.
I can eat the same exact thing each and every day for months at a time. Like cereal… I ate that for dinner every night for ever. Before that, it was peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. Now I am on Chicken Pot Pies. A few months ago it was the #2 from Whataburger. Weird huh?
I can’t stop buying TV tie-in books. Mainly British TV comedy tie-in books.
My shelves are bending under the weight of books about Dad’s Army, Only Fools and Horses, The Goodies, Men Behaving Badly, Steptoe and Son, Hancock, Jasper Carrott (including The Detectives), The Good Life, Frasier, 3rd Rock from the Sun, Due South…
These aren’t really secrets to the people who know me well, but I don’t count everyone here.
I’m not a real aviator, at least not yet. I’ve logged over 80 hours in Cessna 172s, passed all the tests and checks, but still have yet to take the final checkride and get my license. Oh, the shame!
I didn’t have a steady girlfriend until I got to college. In middle and high school I either fabricated stories of girlfriends or let people believe my female friends were more than that.
I haven’t had any relationship longer than two dates since leaving. It could have something to do with still being hopelessly hung up on the last girlfriend.
You mean you actually get 2-3 hours of sleep on average!
Damned, I think you’re doing pretty good then. I once stayed up a month and fasted. woooo scaaary, talk about some trippy delusions, psychotic episode due to sleep/food deprivation, check out your DSM4.
Tell you what though, it’ll give you answers that most people don’t grasp and you can’t adequately explain. Isn’t that deprivation thing how many “prophets” supposedly find God.
Well, I don’t know if that fits in the OP but there it is.
