The Over Thinker recently published a post that I am going to imitate/downright steal. She asked her readers to post anonymously and answer the question, “What is the biggest lie you have ever told”? I was really surprised by some of the comments. You all should go read her responses. They are fascinating.
I loved the idea, and so I’d like to try it here despite this raging fear that there will be crickets chirping in my comments section and that it won’t reach the double digits.
I thought the question that she asked was intriguing and I certainly don’t care if that is what people choose to answer, but I didn’t want to pigeon hole those who may feel uncomfortable with revealing the biggest lie they have ever told.
So?
What is your big confession? Your dark secret? Your embarrassing moment?
Don’t worry, it will be anonymous. Normally, I have the anonymous comment feature on my blog disabled, but until I put a new post up I am allowing anonymous comments on my blog.
DON’T PUT ANYTHING IN THE NAME/EMAIL/URL FIELDS OF YOUR COMMENT. IT WILL COME UP AS ANONYMOUS.
I tested it to make sure it works. And don’t stress that I can somehow find out who you are. As you know, I do have a tracker and I could probably strive to try and figure out who you are, but A:I WILL NOT DO THAT and B:DUDE. WHAT A FREAKING HEADACHE ANYWAY. My tracker also turns over really fast.
Besides, I am also the last person to judge. I have things in my life that would make your hair curl and would most likely have gotten me stoned to death in Biblical times. And probably modern times depending on what segment of the world we’re talking about. So, please don’t worry what I’ll “Think”. NOTHING surprises me anymore. You’re safe.
Although to clarify, shitty or spiteful comments flung at me or others won’t be allowed. Sorry.
I will be making a confession of my own in the comments section. (And no, I will not clarify which one is mine. Sorry again.)
So? Secrets? Embarrassing moments? Liar, liar pants on fire?
Spill it.
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I am a nineteen year old male.
I am in a two-year plus relationship with a girl I love very much.
However, I often fantasize about a non-romantic, strictly sexual, one-night stand with a male friend of mine.
I suppose these urges will become another desire I will never act upon.
Some of these comments I found sad, some I related to…but here’s my secret: I think most of them were made up and if they weren’t, well that’s even more sad, but in a pathetic way.
I once made up an online personna to stalk a friend of mine, but she found out it was me. That was highly embarrassing. I still haven’t quite gotten over that one.
My secret: I’m in love with Loralee. I know that at least half of her readers would say the same thing. But I really love her, madly deeply. It’s way hard to deal with sometimes. (Don’t be scared, Loralee, I’m not a stalker.) I would never have the guts to say this if this wasn’t anonymous. But it’s true.
Well, I guess I could drive myself crazy wondering what was true here and what wasn’t but I have known people and seen and heard things that are so unbelievable and where truth was stranger than fiction that I just try not to discern it.
What is normal to us can shock the HELL out of other people.
In the end, I guess if people made things up that is their baggage and issues to deal with. Who knows, maybe they will confess to punking me years from now on another confessional blog, who knows?
I have been good as gold about not trying to figure out who any of these came from. Some I have an idea simply because we have had conversations but I have done my best to respect privacy.
I DID make sure that no one IP was posting over and over and over and nobody did that. Plus, everyone behaved themselves. No one was abusive or even a remote asshat. which was such a relief.
Ok, here’s my secret. When I was 16, my brother-in-law slept with two of my sisters and had children with both of them. He also raped me occasionally on the side. (He was 30.)But that’s not the secret. The secret is that I feel responsible because my parents asked me to tag along with my two older sisters to be their chaperone. I still feel responsible that it all happened and that I couldn’t stop it. That was over ten years ago. Everything has hit the fan already. But I still have nightmares and our family will never be the same again.
My question is should being in love with or wanting to do LoraLee count as a secret? She’s funny and fucking hot so I don’t see it is a big revelation.
A woman a guy wouldn’t mind having in bed and talking at the same time if it doesn’t sound too piggish.
My secret is that I hide alcohol from my mom. My biggest secret is that I am afraid I’m going to have to start doing that for my wife.
I have loved the same man since I was 15. He has meant everything to me. I’ve loved him for over half my life and I will until the day I die.
The rest is too painful and beautiful to share, anonymous or not. It’s just between him and I.
I am afraid that I haven’t spent enough time with my kids and that they will grow up with issues because of my lack of parenting skills and my temper. It makes me feel so bad but it doesn’t seem to curb how I act for very long. I wonder if I am too selfish a person to have ever become a parent.
Because of the birth of my daughter I now wear depends. I am only 27 and I am terrified someone will find out.
A few years ago, while in college, I started a very popular Mommy Blog with an entirely fake story. I was lonely and, looking back, battling some depression issues. At the time, I didn’t feel bad about it – I created an entire life for my fictional family and kept my readers happy with daily postings. Slowly, as my real life started, I allowed my fake online life to die.
Sometimes I still log on to that fake blog and relive all the memories and giggle a little about all the comments, traffic and attention my completely fake blog got.
I was attracted to one of the nuns at my Catholic High School. *Really* attracted. To the point that I am sure I will burn in the fires of everlasting hell for the thoughts I had.
Ah…memories!
Is it cool to add more than one? I added that secret for my teenage years, but I wanted to add my adult one.
I secretly love Hannah Montana. Not in love like my nun I just like her music and her tv show. Me, an almost middle age male with tween girls. I paid out the nose to take my girls to see her in concert. Everyone thinks I was the man of the year to take two kids to see Miley, but in reality, the girls were just my cover story. The concert was for me.
My family thinks my husband and I have this “perfect” marriage. And while I’m flattered, sometimes I just wish I could tell them to back off. We’ve had our own serious problems– for about 1/3 of our marriage. We’ve even seen a marriage counselor for a while. It’s far from perfect; despite what people see from afar.
You’re right when you proclaim that most people are carrying around baggage that other people can’t easily identify.
I am petrified of having a heart attack. So much, that i have total panic attacks when i go to the doctor. These panic attacks raise my blood pressure and therefore put the thought in my head that it is possible for me to have a heart attack. I obsess over this. I check my blood pressure at home nearly everyday.
I am a healthy, slim 26 year old.
I go to therapy for this.
Anonymous says:
I was a compulsive liar until I was about 23.
I think the following girl is the reason why my boyfriend and I broke up while I was in college. I’ve always wondered though…who was lying? Her or my boyfriend who claimed he never had sex with her?
“I lied to a “boyfriend” in college and told him I was pregnant but miscarried his baby. I was never pregnant.
I’ve been a good girl since I got married – but I probably drink too much.
July 2nd, 2008 at 11:08 pm”
wait…the compulsive liar thing goes w/ anon july 2nd, 2008 at 11:08 p.m.
I’m not a compulsive liar. I have other secrets though…perhaps I’ll share
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I wish I had been around on this day.
These are so interesting to read. So interesting…
Great idea.
Does getting things off your chest this way silence the secret and satisfy the guilt, or does it make one itch for it to come out further? Seeing it live and in print… does it settle the demon?? Or make it more restless?
I’m curious about how the anon commenters have felt after getting it out on here….
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I am not linking to my site, using a fake email and a psudonym. It should work just fine.
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pretty petty but i am insanely jelous of my new SIL and her baby.
My husband and i have been trying for almost 3 years, and then she gets pregnant “accidentally” (she told her husband that she didn’t want a baby, but she told him lies about when she was fertile and kept going on and on to me about how much she wanted a baby) within a couple months of being married. While was was pregnant, she threatened to divorse her new husband, because he came home late from work.
She has the little girl that i’ve always dreamed about, and she used a name that i had chosen for my “future child.” And God , her little girl looks so much like my son did when he was that little. Its like she has my baby, and i do not like the way she’s treating her, leaving her to cry alone in the room, not feeding her when she’s hungry because its “not time” to eat.
I can hardly stand to be around her at times, especially when everybody keeps asking us when we’re going to have another and what a horrible diservice i’m dong to my son by not giving him a sibling.
Sometimes infertility feels like so much more than i could take.
My 23 year old brother-in-law met an 17 year old high school student on his mormon mission. He proposed to her before she even graduated, and they are getting married next month – only a few short months after her high school graduation.
My secret is that 1 – I’m happily married for the most part, but I feel like she’s making the same mistake I did and ruining her future, all to get married as soon as possible because her silly religion tells her is what is right to do, and 2 – I’m insanely jealous of the fact that a teen bride has a WAY nicer engagement ring than I have, and 3 – I’d always wanted to be a bridesmaid (never have been), but now that she’s asked me to be one for her (even though I’ve never met her) I want to find a way to get out of it (even though I already said an enthusiastic yes).
I’ve only had an orgasm once from sexual intercourse…and it was by myself with a huge dildo while my husband was on a business trip.
I worry a lot about people close to me dying
I’m scared I can’t commit properly. Every time I get together with a new girlfriend, I find myself suddenly a little less attracted to her and everything is less fun.
Also, I get on way to well with my best friend, even though our entire relationship is based on us slagging each other off. When either of us comes back from holiday we hug for what feels like forever and then go back to normal. Truth is, I don’t know if she feels as strongly as I do – but then again, do I want to?
MikeyBarness last blog post..How much of a downer was I on!?
when i was sixteen i was raped by a older guy i knew for years and thought was my friend. i was really depressed during that time bcuz my family life was awful. we were drinking and i was crying bcuz my family was horrible to me. im an orphan & no one wanted me. anyways he said i should stay at his place for the night so i wouldnt be alone. i believed him and i went. i fell asleep and he carried me to his bed but was taking my clothes off. i told him no but he didnt stop. it wasnt like tv. he didnt hit me or call me bad names but he wouldn’t stop and i was so scared. i remembered he kept a gun in his house and that really scared me so i didnt fight but i cried and i kept saying no and i begged him to stop but he didnt stop until he was done. he fell asleep and i didnt even run away. i just slept on the floor. the next day he was nice like it was ok. i couldnt look at him i was so sick and to top it off i started my period overnight so he gave me clothes to wear. nice of him right ?
then he had his friend take me home. his friend told my cuzin i slept with the guy and she told his gurl who was visiting. they talked about me and i was so mad and hurt. i wished his girlfriend would try to fight me so i could kill her.
it got worse and worse. he told people we slept together. i didnt tell anybody the truth bcuz i was embarrassed and scared and i didn’t think theyd believe me mainly bcuz i went to his house and i wasnt beat up and bcuz i stayed all night anyway. his other friend was my boyfriend and he was mad at me bcuz he thought i did that. i wanted to tell so bad but i didnt. even worse when the rapist went to jail he wrote to me and i wrote him back– about nothing really. how are you and im fine type stuff. he acted like it was okay but i was still upset and scared of him. then that sick fucking asshole sent me a valentines day card ! so when he got out of jail i went on a date with him. yes and date. and i was going to kill him. and i mean it. i knew i would get caught but i didn’t care. i even let him kiss me but i wanted to die. when he was kissing me i got more mad that he would do that and i thought ” this is it now. kill him now” but i didn’t. i just stayed away from him. one day he asked to use my phone and i let him. i sat with a blanket over me bcuz i was holding a butcher knife under it and i still didn’t do it. im glad i didnt bcuz i’d hate to be in prison for the likes of him. anyway my secret is not just that i never told my family i have told a friend and my man but i never told them about writing him while he was in jail or going on a date with him or letting him use my phone. i think they would think i deserved it or like it or that i am crazy. if i were crazy that fucker would have been dead years ago though.
*oh and my other secret is that i am a Christian and i don’t normally curse AT ALL but it came out when writing and today i just dont care
* my other secret is that i disguised my writing style in case someone from blogland who knows me will know it’s me.
But now thinking about it I just don’t give a damn.
I was in the thick of moving when you wrote this post and missed it entirely. Did you ever go back and write a post addressing the feelings of jealousy that one commenter had about so-called popular bloggers? I could do a search of your site but…nah, I’m lazy. :-)
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I think people that trust in a “god” are idiots, and I secretly have a hard time working with them.
My dad is bi. He and my mom are still married. He hasn’t been with another man since college. He dotes on my mom and loves her a lot. She hates him, but she won’t break her vows. She once told me, “I just can’t wait for one of us to die.”
My parents attended my graduation ceremony for my master’s degree; I never told them my diploma was subsequently denied (minimum grades were a C and I received a C- in a class during the last semester). Eight years later, the university agreed to issue the diploma based upon classes I completed at another university. Not that I hang up diplomas, but this one stays safely in a box because the diploma date would raise questions.
An LDS fellow married another woman in the SLC temple six months after breaking the law of chastity with me (several times, I might add). I may not have the same beliefs I was taught as a child, but I would never lie to God. I’m glad he was “just sex” and not someone I considered for a long term relationship.
I am a 33-year-old woman, and I’m a virgin. I have social anxiety that stops me from looking for a mate. I’m afraid I will never get married or have children.
I’ve been chronically sick since I was a pre-teen.
My family thinks I’m doing ok, but I would be perfectly happy to die. I had severe chest pains one day, but told no one because I didn’t mind if it was really a heart attack.
I put on a good face, but I can’t stand this 24/7 pain and nausea much longer.
When I was 5 my step brother sexually abused me. I haven’t told anyone. Not my parents, not a friend, no one. I didn’t say anything to anyone because I was afriaid that my moms marrige would fall apart, and then what would become of my life. Im 14 now and I still haven’t told a soul. As a matter of fact this is the first thing I’ve ever spilled my heart out about this to. My step brother is now living happly married with a baby on the way. He hasent told anyone either.
I may be young and naive, but my heart tells me that I’ve already messed up the best relationship i’ll ever be in. I’m sorry, i’d do anything to take back losing your trust.
“I may be young and naive, but my heart tells me that I’ve already messed up the best relationship i’ll ever be in. I’m sorry, i’d do anything to take back losing your trust.”
ide give anything for that to be about me.
it was around that time she lost it.
my secret : as sick and stupid as it sounds. i wish i was raped when i was a child. simply so that i can excuse my blacked out childhood i’ve done for myself. maybe it would explain why im so messed up now
Exactly what I have been thinking. Your writing was unbelievable. To get an ex back is not the hardest of the tasks But it sure may cost some effort
” what’s more, it recreate in your thoughts concerning the time I ran into my hubby.
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To start off I’m still obsessed with my EX Brett, I LOVE YOU BABYY!! I am also BI. I puke for fun…. I’m full of me and i listen to jamison parker like ALWAYS. My friends all secretly hate me and the feeling is mutual. I am a jerk face to my mom. I’m stupid, i know. ):
I am jealous of you!! Your ass is so huge and I think i’m secretly in love!! :P mmm your curvy enough for me babbez ;) and yes you are stupid.. but who isn’t right??
We should probably create optin lists for our site but we have never really gotten around to doing it. We just focus more on providing quality reviews and getting traffic to them.
I read this just a number of minutes ago and thought I’d pass it along although it’s not really that on-topic. Why do we think of other people probably the most when they’re gone?