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It's always interesting to hear the intimate things people will confess when guaranteed anonymity. Startling though is the fact that an incredibly large number of these confessions are sexual in nature. Just in browsing through grouphug its seems that 60-70% of all the confessions are because someone had sex with someone they shouldn't have or some variation on that theme. Although this in itself shows a disturbing trend in what we consider to be the worst offenses we have committed, the more shocking aspect is the fact that almost none of the confessions involved hurting someone else on an emotional level that didn't include sex in some way, shape or form. More people talk about pets they've done something bad to than people. Now as much as I'd like to look at this positively and say that it is a sign that people aren't treating each other in this manner, the sad truth is that they are. We all do things that bring others down and hurt people in ways we may not even realize at the time. Unfortunately, it appears that in our minds these are not the things that come to the front when asked to "confess". We are all guilty of this in our own way, and I know I am right up there among the people who don't talk about things of this nature. If I don't consciously go back and think about what I said throughout the day I know that so much goes over my head. When I do end up spending my evening hours in a bit of soul searching I realize things I could have done or should have done, but didn't and often these things end up unsaid or forgotten. Maybe its time to stop letting that happen and to start just doing what I need to do to not cause hurt and to not feel like confessions are going unsaid to the people who most deserve to hear them. I'm not looking for absolution for what I've done, just acceptance for who I am.
Every once in a while though there is someone brave enough to really disclose everything they are thinking such as the author of the following confession from group hug:

I hate people. I get easily annoyed and dissapointed with them when they do something that I don't think is good enough, or don't give me enough attention, or are lazy. However, I constantly don't bother doing things as good as other people want from me, I ignore people, I constantly dissapoint my father, I don't want to go to work or college. I hate the thought of people I know in relationships being happy. I constantly pick my nose, I masturbate almost dayly. I've masturbated over thoughts and pictures of women I know, including a second cousin, ex girlfriends, friends and people I've randomly met, but never the girl I mention at the end of this confession. I pick on people and often have no regard for their feelings, yet I'm so sensitive that I get upset at the slightest hint of someone making fun at my expense. I hate my dad's girlfriend so much that whenever she's over here I just ignore her, they've now split up and blame it on me (my sister claims she hates her as much as I do but is always nice to her). I've wasted three years of my life by screwing up college because I hated it and wanted to bum around indoors all day instead. I'm currently in the second year of a new course and hate it, even though I love the subject and am good at it and can't actually work out why I hate it. All I want to do in life is watch TV, surf the internet and chat on IRC. I lie about stupid things and then wonder why I did it. I'm two-faced, I slag people off behind their back. I'm a hypocrite. I tell the few friends I have lies so that I can go home and do nothing instead of going out with them. I pushed away most of the friends I've had over the years and whenever I see them I pretend I don't see them and just walk away. I hate people who take drugs and when I'm around them I want to get away. Apart from a few who I made friends with. When I was younger I had a girlfriend who still lives across the road from me, I hated her younger brother so much that whenever I saw him I wanted to punch him in the face really really hard. I always kept my hands in my pockets around him. I always wanted to do the same to a cat that belonged to her friend, I love cats and all animals though and would never harm them, I own several cats myself.

Most of all, around seven years ago I met a girl whom I couldn't stop thinking about. When I was around her I did stupid things that made her hate me. I suspect that she'd have hated me anyway but I'm not 100% sure. For the past seven years I've thought about her every single day. I went to the same school and then college as her for five years. Between school and college I turned from a loudmouth into a shy person, and for two years I never even spoke to her even though I would see her nearly every day. I haven't seen her now for two years, I dream about her at least once a week (never anything erotic). Not a day goes by where I don't think about her and wish I'd meet her again. This whole thing has caused me to mess up four relationships and several would-be relationships. It has also affected me in that since I realised I will most likely never see her again, I cannot look another female (besides my sister and grandmother) in the face.

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