With all my sincere apologies to my friend, I wanted to confess this. I lied to my friend that I was unmarried. She believed it. She was my co-worker. We developed so much rapport with each other, that we shared all personal things except my marital status. I know I was lying but could not help.
We became really close friends, and shared lunches, trips to temples, street walks, and even one evening. She dared to ask why I am not getting married. I could sense what could go wrong there, and asked her to keep calm and sleep. It was in my car back to home. Her home was very near to my home. We never visited each other home though.
Sensing a much closer, I decided to keep distance and slowly started avoiding her. She also sensed that asked why I am doing so. I did not have a specific answer, but I said nothing like that.
After some time, she married someone else and went to USA.
I know, I did lie, and I know she was deeply in love with me. But before any damage happens, my senses came back. She is now happily living there, but still sometimes her memories come back.
My friend had a small brown and black dog. One night, he would not stop barking. I filled a pillowcase with batteries and beat him until he was almost dead. It was then where I drilled a hole in his head and put the wire through it. Now, the dog is still breathing at this point. I have a foot fetish and hate Jews. I am single. Anyway, I tied this wire to the back of my car and before driving away,I shot the dog with a shotgun and the blast was larger than the dog itself.
I (m/26) am the head of the programming department and manage two subordinates at a company that produces radiology information systems. The atmosphere in the company (12 people including the boss) is very relaxed. The ideal workplace! Now for what's on my mind: I have remote access to all of our customer's servers. My mother called me and told me that she went to the doctor with suspected breast cancer. She called many radiologists, but the earliest available appointment wasn't for three weeks! I didn't hesitate and put her down in appointment books and the waiting lists for the best radiologists with the best equipment. I changed everything by hand in the database tables so that it didn't look suspicious. At 8:00 am the next day, my mother got her results, and two days later she had chemotherapy. People always told her that she was lucky to have gotten an appointment so quickly because otherwise they might not have gotten a handle on the disease. I'm not ashamed because I helped someone close to me, but my conscience is plagued by the thought that maybe someone else would still be alive today if they had gotten that appointment instead of my mother.
When I was little I found the cutest turtle outside in my back garden. I knew my friend Heather had a huge turtle shell and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So I left the turtle, went inside and got a knife. I went back outside and started stabbing the turtle inside the shell. And when he wouldn't die and I got sick from seeing so much blood, I started to cry and put it down, praying it would get better. I still feel like shit for doing that, I know it's not close but I feel like a murderer.
Facebook, one of the Internet's most fundamental stalking tools, plays a key role in this sin of mine. A few days ago, a person who had practically been my stalker at one point went out of her way to start a conversation with me over Facebook. While chatting, I looked up her profile and saw the gist of what was going on in her life. She was 20 years old, married to a trucker, horribly obese, a mother, and apparently unfaithful. On her wall, her husband had posted something that went along the lines of "I am posting this on my wife's wall so that all you a**holes like Nick and others realize that I can find out about my wife's unfaithfulness. If you want her, you can contact me on Facebook and I will give you the address to my house. You can come pick her up, but if you take her then there is no bringing her back."
So here I am, chatting with this ridiculously pathetic human being whose husband didn't even want her, and do you know how I feel? Fantastic. Because I love seeing how other people are just wasting their lives while I keep being more and more successful. Their failure only gives me strength. And since I really couldn't care less about the welfare of this girl that I was talking to, I commented on her husband's wall post which pointed out her infidelity. I said "Hahahahaha...oh man. You're seriously worried about other guys wanting to get a piece of that heap of disgusting flesh that you call a wife? Dear God. How low an example of man must you be to want to commit adultery with such a cow. I would try to convince you that it's only blind leprous wretches that you would have to worry about, but...well, who am I to be optimistic about the kind of guys that would associate with your precious spouse. But if that is the case and someone is idiot enough to run off with her, I would consider myself the luckiest man alive if I were you. Hasta luego." So really, I've two sins to confess. 1) I take pleasure in watching the misfortune of others and 2.) I get a blissful release by telling people off who do or do not deserve it, which merely reinforces the first sin. It's good to be bad, am I right?
In 9th grade, I had to give a speech about incest in religion class. However, I understood the topic was wrong, because when I searched the internet for information about "sibling love," I only found material about sexual contact between siblings, or incest. So I gave a speech in front of my entire class and my embarrassed and shocked religion teacher about sex between siblings. I was not stingy with the juicy details, elaborate stories and descriptions, because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to speak for a full 15 minutes. While I was preparing for the presentation, I thought it was a little strange that I had to give a speech about this and it upset me that I had to put up with such an embarrassing topic. I confess that in my childish naivety, I never thought to use my brain and ask about this strange speech topic.
I played a prank on my roommate and left the toilet seat up intentionally one night. Just as I expected, My female roommate fell for it not noticing the seat was up and found her pretty much confused if it had been her fault, or otherwise a set up. I enjoyed every minute of it.
A short while ago I was in one of the two big burger chains near us; to be exact, in the one with the crown. I ordered, ate and then had to go to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom sits a woman who is known to let only customers inside, unless you pay her 50 cents. The restaurant is located in a railroad station. Well, I had eaten, so the bathroom should be free for me. The good woman didn't see it that way, however, and asked to see the receipt from my meal. Naturally, I hadn't let them give me a receipt for my 6.79€ fast food restaurant meal. Without giving it a lot of thought, reflexively one might say, I belched into the good woman's face, adding nicely, "As you can surely smell: Big King XXL with bacon, very fresh." After that, I was allowed to use the bathroom without charge, as I deserved. Shortly before I had been to an interview at a bank. It looked to me like it went pretty well, and I had high hopes for the position. That hope dwindled drastically for me after the incident with the john lady. As I found out after using the toilet, the gentleman in the line behind me was the man who I had sat across from for the job interview just an hour earlier. Today I got turned down.
Since my hamster Jimmy leaves me sleepless every single night, I am going to kill it. It has a large home, a large place to run, tons of stuff for chewing and playing but still its very noisy and riots the cage when I want to sleep. Nobody wants to take it, the shelter is too far away, so it must die. The Internet knows lots of ways to kill them. Its swimming in cold water for a few minutes every day now, since three days, then drying by the open window in the cold air, so that he will catch a flu or something and dies. If this isn't working, he will drown when my family isn't home. Then I'll blow the body dry and put it back to the cage. Nobody will know it has been murder. I am sorry for the cruelty the insomnia wakes in me.
About a year ago, at the age of 22, I came out of the soccer stadium, and was really frustrated, again. In the tram on the way home, I saw a few young guys about 14-16 years old, who harassed the other passengers. Every time a passenger went past their seats, they voiced out inappropriate comments, young or old they didn't really care, there were always insults like "stupid son of a bitch", or "faggot". I came up with a great idea to walk by the scene and to see if they would insult me too when I it was near my stop. Luckily, of course they did, so I grabbed hold of the closest one, slapped him real hard, and without speaking a word, went on my way. I'd like to confess that I knowingly sought trouble with the young men in order vent my anger. I'm even a little sorry for the stupid kid. He was close to shedding tears. On the other hand, I taught him an important lesson. They should think before they act.
During a stroll through my forest, I came across a mole, sitting disorientated along the path. The surrounding ground did not look like he could dig into there easily. Feeling sorry for him, I brought him along and re-homed him to a nice lush ground where he started digging and disappeared swiftly. Where the place was? My neighbor's garden.
I was absolutely agitated when I had to fly. I used to and still are traveling a lot by plane on business. It became so bad that I had to take medication when flying so I wouldn't suffer a panic attack. On a homebound flight from Switzerland I got utterly drunk one time by accident. I only wanted to drown the fear. During the flight I suffered a severe panic attack and drove the other passengers mental. Eventually, an angry passenger got up and gave me a huge punch. I went down and out. When I came around, I was back on my seat with a bleeding nose and a split lip. But, I am cured since then. I have flown 2 times already with no sign of fear. Thank you!
I have a typewriter that I've actually been wanting to sell. The attempt really didn't make any sense, nobody takes a typewriter off one's hands these days. But there is high demand for the online auction pictures. Why? I saved them in a folder and named it "Horny Teen Chick" After that, provided access on our student dormitory's network and added a hit counter. Until now, "she's" had 900 clicks, that's almost double the clicks as there are possible users. About 500 students live in our dormitory, all networked. I'd really like to know who keeps clicking on it to stare at the typewriter. For that reason, I still haven't given up the hope of one of these days selling the typewriter; maybe soon someone will actually marry her.
Okay, so this isn't really a sin (is it?). But basically I'm pretty sure I may have accidentally fell in love with a girl I've never spoken too. I'm still a teenager, and she looked roughly the same age, and trying to tell yourself you're not a lesbian as you stand there undeniably attracted to a female stranger is tough. She wasn't typically pretty; short-cropped brown hair, brown eyes, quite tall and thin, dressed in a blazer and drain pipe jeans. To make it geekier she was reading a Graham Greene novel. We were both waiting outside a Doctor Who film set as well. So, basically, I feel bad that I was attracted, bad that I haven't told anyone I'm a lesbian, and bad for not going up to her.
When I was 5 years old, I got my first loose tooth and naturally wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. I bit down hard into an apple. Regrettably, I swallowed the small piece of apple with the tooth embedded in it. My father then explained to me that it would emerge when I sat on the toilet. Over the next few days I wanted to have the tooth and tried passing it, but succeeded only while in my kindergarten. So I brought a nice, fat, brown clump to the kindergarten lady, asking her to find the tooth for me, and then I went back to playing. I confess that because of me that poor woman probably had the worst coffee break of her life.
At the age of six, I started school and entered the first grade. My brother was already in sixth grade and my mother forced him to take me along so I didn't have to go alone. So I always went with him and his friends to school, but at a certain appropriate distance from them. I often didn't understand what the boys talked about, until one time I heard a few snippets of conversation about a toy. It came in many different colors and you could play great games with it. In my childish innocence, I assumed they were talking about Gameboys. So I spoke up and interrupted the conversation, "Yeah, my brother and I both have one. Mine is pink and his is clear and we play with them together all day!" Everyone burst out laughing, while my brother blushed red, glared at me, and swore. I didn't find out until much later that the conversation was about dildos and vibrators. I'm sorry that my brother was bullied and teased the rest of the year about that.
I (m/30) was once visiting some friends to delete the well-known "ukash virus" from their computer. This virus disables the computer and only releases it after you pay a fee. As I was there cleaning the virus from the Windows Registry, their young daughter (7) came into the room. She had to show me something on TV. So I went with her for a minute. Pokémon was currently on. She told me that she thought Pikachu was totally cute and wanted to have it as a pet and she asked me if I knew where you could buy a Pikachu. I explained to her that Pikachu stuffed animals were sold in toy stores and that she could ask her parents if they would buy her one. She insisted, however, that she wanted a "real Pikachu." I explained to her that Pikachu only existed on TV and couldn't jump out of it. I thought nothing of it and went back to working on the computer. After two hours, I finally completely eliminated the virus from the computer and could proudly present the result. My friends were relieved that they could use the computer normally again. At that moment we heard strange noises coming from the living room. It got louder and louder and suddenly there was a crash. We went to see what had happened. The daughter had hit the LCD screen with a hammer because she wanted a "real Pikachu" from TV. She thought it was trapped in the TV and wanted to free it. I'll never forget the parents' horrified look and I was amazed by how much strength a 7 year old girl can have. I definitely learned from this experience and in the future, I'll explain to little kids exactly how a TV works. Luckily no one was hurt and they also bought a new TV.
Four week ago my iP*d Touch fell into the water. All new instruments have water indicators that register water damage and thereby the voiding of the guarantee. Said instrument's indicator was red, of course, ergo, guarantee voided. I thought about it a bit and had a genial idea. I went to the discount store and bought myself a bottle of chlorine bleach. For a couple of days, with a soaked toothpick I nicely painted the water indicator (in this instrument it's conveniently mounted in the headset port). What can I say, indicator white, instrument sent in, new instrument received. I don't feel bad about it, that Cupertino company's profit margins are too high anyway, besides now I can always beautifully bleach my whites.