Hell, I wouldn’t tell it here as well. It’s going to the grave with me.
But maybe you could explain the secret of your username? Is it unicode for the chinese word “乏” which means poor/tired? Is it some magic number or boot signature? I need to know!!
No.
It’s just NO in hex… sorry the mystery isn’t deeper.
Oh right… I went into full conspiracy mode when it should have been pretty obvious. (Or maybe you just want us to believe that…)
Maybe… but I guess you’ll never know.
Hmm… if you convert each byte to little endian floating point, you’ll get a latitude/longitude of 1.09301/1.10702. And those coordinates lead to a point right in the north atlantic ocean. Is this where you hid the body?! gestures wildly
Ya got me!
You farted on a babies face and made it cry, didn’t you?
To be fair, the baby would’ve cried even if they didn’t do that.
No. He posted that on TikTok.
While at a funeral.
Same. Nothing super earth shattering, but sometimes it’s good to let sleeping dogs lay asleep.
Exactly… some things are better left unsaid.
I actually don’t have secrets. All the worst stuff I have ever done, the most important people in my life know about. They don’t know I’m seriously in CNC, but that’s not because I wouldn’t tell them. But because they wouldn’t want to know.
Yeah, that might fly with friends, try your family or your wife.
Well my wife did it with me (as does my girlfriend now). But I wouldn’t tell my family because they don’t care.
Ha, I’m not falling for this one a third time.
I killed a circus clown in a Wendy’s parking lot in 1996.
Do I just upvote this post if my answer is the same?
Asking for a friend.
I generally disagree with murder, but I’m terrified of clowns, so I’m super conflicted about this.
Thats odd. I once found a dead circus clown in a Wendy’s parking lot in 1996. I fucked the body.
You know, one time I also found a deceased man in clownish makeup in a Wendy’s parking lot in '96. Had his pants down. The strangest thing.
I had the strongest need to urinate, and I inexplicably pissed all over this dead clown.
I think about it constantly.
That is quite specific
That was YOU?
Schlatt?
That shouldn’t be a crime given how evil clowns are.
Nice try FBI
Not today, CIA
Nothing to see here, NSA
Unfortunelately I will not tell that to strangers on the internet either
I’m certain that I am some degree of polyamorous. But I’m in a 10-year monogamous relationship and feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
Might not be to late me and my wife of 12 years are starting talks of this.
If you don’t mind, how did you two even start that conversation? I’m afraid to bring it up because I know the knee-jerk reaction will probably be a lot of hurt feelings and misunderstandings
She brought it up first. Key thing is being open and honest and setting clear boundaries that both people need to follow. Trust is the biggest thing to keeping things good.
This was exactly me three years ago. We ended up talking it out and, while things were a bit rocky at first as we felt things out, now I have 3 partners and my original partner has a boyfriend.
My advice is to be open and honest (a big requirement of polyamory), talk things out, and take it SLOW. My biggest mistakes were from jumping into things far too quickly.
That I am an anarcho-communist.
I thought you were a house painter.
I’m something of both but I am a shitty painter. 😹
Well, at least you’re honest…
Panther
Yeah, I reread afterwards 😁.
Painted the walls red with his blood
I was a Teenage Anarchist.
Have you taken you turn to act as an executive officer for the week?
Gross
I’m terrified of heights. No one knows. I’m great at faking it.
So am I. I took rock climbing lessons. It was one of the hardest things I ever did. Eventually I lost the fear and felt awesome. Stopped climbing for years and now it’s back. Fuck.
That is interesting how it went away and came back. Putting me on a ladder almost paralyzes me. I have to block the world out and focus on breathing in order to finish the task I got up there to do. .
Exposure treatment works. It sucks but it works. You just have to keep chiseling at it slowly but constantly. If you keep it up for long enough you will realize that feeling is almost gone when exposed to heights. The key here is being relentless at exposing yourself to what scares you (safely). In my mind, I just thought my brain was getting bored with always being scared and it just kinda went away. About a year in I went from not being able to walk on the hallway of the 4th floor of my college building to actually sitting on the railing (like everyone else). The thing is I wasn’t faking not being scared. I was genuinely not scared.
That was me too. Now I’m good up to about 2 stories high, which is how high the climbing gym was.
It was scary and there were definitely times I abandoned a climb because my legs wouldn’t stop shaking, but you eventually learn to trust the ropes will save you and push through the fear. It was 100% worth it.
Why don’t you tell people?
When I was a kid, when you told your fears, it was greeted with responses like, "that’s silly, you’ll get over it. Now get up that ladder and paint that wall. "
I see, that sucks. But maybe it’s worth trying opening up again with certain people. Not everybody is like that.
One of my friends I suspect has narcissism and/or BPD. Which is fine if you’re medicated, but now with that knowledge I can’t help but think of all the potential lies that only existed to ellicit empathy or ruin someone else’s reputation out of insecurity.
Now I’m uncertain if their recent “extremely rare life threatening medical condition that may kill them unexpectedly in some years or may not” is just another attempt at eliciting empathy.
If they die from it, then I’ll have lost a friend who was telling the truth. If they don’t, then I probably have been maintaining a friendship with someone I wouldn’t really want to be friends with, on grounds of being an unmedicated narcissist.
Or maybe they got lucky and their condition just didn’t kill them. I’ll never know. Given their history of lying and starting drama, I would rather have never introduced this friend to my core group. Too much of my social anxiety hinges on this person dying, but I can’t talk about it with any of my friends because they’re kinda simps when it comes to this person
That doesn’t sound like BPD. Source: BPD
Ah well, what do I know. I’m taking the BPD part from a friend
Making up stories of past and present hardship for sympathy does sound like my ex who was diagnosed with BPD. But not everyone diagnosed behaves the same, and there are several similar disorders in the cluster, plus comorbidities. The diagnoses are really just descriptive anyway. We don’t know enough about our minds to really understand.
Ultimately doesn’t matter. Sounds like you have reason to doubt this person. If you can’t or don’t want to disconnect then all you can do is watch their behavior and react accordingly. If they betray your trust it does really matter why they did it.
Good luck, my friend.
After I jerk off, I sometimes admire my junk in the mirror.
Bruh wut
Not never, but at least for a few years (hopefully not my entire life): I’m transgender. 😞
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To whoever downvoted this, I hope you have a five day bout of constipation.
As a man who had this once I sorta hate you right now for reminding me about it but mostly I agree
Ok, downvoting, just because you told me I can’t
I downvoted for the cringe usage of emojis.
Sorry not sorry.
The drawings of furries I do.
Stupid, I know. 😅
My password manager password and anything about my life
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Oh so we’re going to try and carry on the tradition of fishing for people’s dark secrets on here now too? Lame.