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.
I so do love my partner, but still feel scared to tell him. I think I still have trust issues.
interesting comments.
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I told my husband (at the time he was my fiance) that I had only slept with 2 other guys. But in reality it’s been over 20.
It makes me sick to see kids pick their nose and eat it. But I do it and I hate myself for it.
I slept with with way too many guys,
because I didn’t want to accept I am a lesbian.
I kept thinking “what am I doing wrong?”
or “something must be wrong with me because my female friends enjoy this and I don’t”…
FINALLY, at age 39! I was with my first woman – 7 years later, we are still together and I have not looked back.
p.s. I don’t dig diet coke – I’m a diet dew fan. But I dig Loralee.
After my college boyfriend ticked me off I phoned up the local advertising rag (the Trader) and put in an add for free Rotweiller puppies and his phone number. He got calls for WEEKS!! Best revenge ever.
My wife is bi-sexual. I have enjoyed some of the benefits.
I take an antidepressant. No one knows but my husband and my mother and sister. I feel too ashamed to tell my friends and my blog readers.
I broke up with my boyfriend, because I just needed a friend.
Now I’ve lost both.
I don’t love my husband, but I stay married for the kids. He chooses to not believe me.
I read blogs at work.
A lot of them.
I am insanely in love with another man who isn’t my husband.
I masturbate into my own mouth.
My husband cheated on me. I found out, called him out on it and we made it through the mire together, thanks to determination and lots of support. Then, my husband found another woman and he had an affair with her. Again, I found out and with counseling, I forgave him.(Are you sensing a pattern here)
My secret you ask…despite other people thinking I am a well educated, professional,compassionate,loving woman- I am as dumb as a post. I should have kicked his arse to the curb, but I am terrified of being alone. I am “used/emotionally abused goods and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone.
I’m scared of the aftermath of getting divorced, so I stay married.
Okay I’m going to be brave and not be anonymous here (though no criticism of those who are for sure!) I worked for a real jerk 20 years ago and he made my life miserable. I was reading on company time (I shouldn’t have been) and he accused me of it. I lied and said I hadn’t been slacking off but that I’d been working fine. Years later I felt completely horrible about that and ended up writing him a letter confessing and apologizing. He was still a jerk but he didn’t deserve my lie. Boy he was a jerk.
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@Scribbit You are one of those people that are just too awesome for this often grody planet.
(Dude. If you keel over and die at BlogHer after that statement I am going to have a major guilt complex.)
Oh, and I promise not to exlax any of your food while you’re my roommate at BlogHer.
Oops! Well, I guess I let my little confession out of the bag, didn’t I?
Boy, was that a horrible thing to do to someone. (Again, I DID apologize profusely.)
What’s the point?
I’m having an online affair.
I wasn’t on birth control when I got pregnant with my daughter even though I swore to my boyfriend that I was.
I ripped up an envelope of money in the third grade because I forgot to turn it in on time. I still regret that one! I don’t think I knew how good money really was back then
When I have vivid dreams that involved people I once loved (or still love), I sometimes think they are real.
This isn’t total insanity; I used to date a guy and we’d have the same dreams of us together all of the time. At first, we’d take turns describing them in the morning so we both knew the other one was telling the truth.
The thing is, in these dreams, I’m with ex-boyfriends. If I think these are maybe real, am I cheating?
The real secret is: I don’t care.
I am happily married to a wonderful man but I have been lusting after another, who is also married.
I know nothing will ever come of it but I feel bad for even thinking about him in that way.
When I’m having sex with my husband, I often pretend I’m with his best friend instead.
I left the religion I grew up in (30 years), and the religion 90% of my family still believe in (not my husband or kids, though). I do not believe in it for many doctrinal and cultural reasons, yet I struggle daily with depression because I have not been able to let go of who I thought I would be, what I expected and hoped of life, and the fact that leaving changed the relationships I have with my parents and sisters (not to mention the fact that I am stepping into the dark trying to figure out what I do believe).
I have started counseling to help deal with and overcome these overwhelming changes. I have not told any of my family because I feel they will think I am depressed because I am no longer “on the path of righteousness” and it will just “prove” to them that their religion is right and that I made a mistake.
By the way, thank you, Loralee. I did not realize how much I needed to get that off my chest.
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Oh no! Oops! That was supposed to be anonymous!
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Anon 7:07
I hear you loud and clear on that one. While my inactivity of my religion of upbring is mainly due to issues other than belief (Although that does play a role), I have lived through a lot of the same issues and have also had family and friends that have gone through the same struggles.
When you live in an area that has an overwhelmingly dominate religion you see a lot of it and it always makes me feel for the people involved. HUG, whoever you are.
And? I guess this comment is a pretty good answer to the person who asked “What the point” of this post is.
@Craig
Dude. You totally just gave Jeff more stalking information. You realize he’s just going to escalate now, right?
The only thing keeping me from doing something illegal in order to get my hands on $100,000 is the fear of getting caught. I never thought I’d be that desperate to get out of debt, but apparently I am. I don’t like that about myself.
My credit is ruined. I have staggering debt. Bad choices we made in the past are currently screwing everything up. It’s not that much money, compared to what some owe, but it may as well be a million dollars, with the small amount we have to put towards it every month. I pray for a money tree to show up & solve my problems.
Every morning I look in the mirror and say “God, I hate you.” And I mean it. And it’s only because I’m fat. I don’t hate other fat people, just myself for being this way.
My employer thinks I hold an MBA in Economics. I have been with the organization for over 5 years; make over 185k per year and really only have a high school diploma.
I peed my pants while playing “fag tag” in high school. I know that term isn’t politically correct, but I don’t know what else to call the game.
I am in love with a married man. He’s leaving her. Not because of me, or for me, but we will get to be together. I hope… there’s still a small part of me that has to wait to see if he really does.
He spanks me. Because I break our rules. I want him to do it.
My daughter is a love child. The result of a decade-long love affair with a married man.
I read your sidebar and the post that it was linked to and I had to comment here.I’m using a cloaker just to make sure you really don’t know who I am.
I hope this doesn’t come off as mean, but I am eaten alive by jealousy of your blog and other big bloggers. You have so many friends and so much traffic and I even though I check your blog almost obsessively, I also have so much envy that I am beginning to think it is unhealthy.
I try to comment on blogs and still only have a reader or two. You’ve never commented on my blog and while I understand that you have a lot going on, I still get hurt, but then I feel like a pouty kid on the school bus and am ashamed. I’m actually crying here. How stupid is that?
It seems like so many people I read have success after success while I try but seem to fail. I expect it from some of the snarkier bloggers. For instance, I’ve been trying to get Black Hockey Jesus to follow me on Twitter or his blog but I sort of expect the rejection there.
I can’t even seem to get the attention of the nice bloggers.
You aren’t the only one that I am talking about, but you are the place where I can vent this anonymously and get it off of my chest.
I really admire you and think that your blog is wonderful. I hope that this didn’t come off as too mean. I am just having a hard day.
@Anon 2:13
I am running out the door right now to pick up my son and go to lunch with my family, but I want you to know that I did see this and I very much want to talk about it. (In fact, I may just turn it into a whole post.)
I have wanted to comment privately to so many of these secrets but since yours is about me, I do want to respond, I just don’t have the time at this second to give it the attention it deserves.
I was sleeping with my best friend. My married best friend. My married best friend with three children. It got to the point where he wanted to leave his wife. His wife doesn’t know but I am worried about what might happen when I see her in a few weeks.
I consider Loralee one of my best friends, and she may never know it but she has saved my life more than once.
I’ve been a little bit in love with one of my best friends for close to two decades. He’s supported me through a marriage and a divorce, and he’s happy for me now that I’m married again to someone new. We only see each other about once a year, but every time we see each other, I think about him constantly for WEEKS. This last time I saw him, we talked for hours and I think he’s a little bit in love with me too. As much as I love him, I think I may have to end the friendship. It’s not fair to my husband (who I am happily married to) that I have weeks of obsessive thoughts about a guy who’s “just a friend.”
I love my little sister with every little part of my heart. But sometimes her selfishness sickens me. I don’t know how she can have gone through some of the horrifically difficult things she has and still be so mind-bendingly shallow.
I made out with a woman the week before I married my husband.
I think that my father may be gay. I don’t even know if he has thought of it but it would explain so much about my childhood and my parent’s marriage.
“Anonymous says:
I consider Loralee one of my best friends, and she may never know it but she has saved my life more than once.”
And YOU may never know just how very much that means to me.
I KNOW I LOVE YOUR GUTS, WHOEVER YOU ARE.
I keep checking back to here to see if there has been anymore ‘secrets’ revealed. I think you should have a Post Secret section on your blog everyday.
I am a conservative. Many of my blog readers think that I am a liberal. I stay quiet because I know that they look down on Republican’s and conservatives.
I think that they would think less of me and it makes me sad so I just say nothing.
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.