My lovely friend Nora often lists her “confessions” on her blog. Today, I thought I’d do the same thing: share some silly things that I don’t normally share. My one condition? You MUST do the same in the comments. Deal? Deal.
My confessions:
- This video makes me cry, every single time.
- If anyone ever heard me and Andrew talk the way we do behind closed doors, I WOULD DIE. We have this completely schmoopy secret language that we both claim to find ridiculous, yet use anyways. I secretly love every minute of it…but still don’t want anyone hearing it.
- I screen all my phone calls, unless it’s work, my family or someone I know I want to talk to. I know, I’m awful.
- I recently unsubscribed from upwards of 50 blogs. It felt amazing.
- If I don’t go dancing every few months, I feel…trapped. I’m not a great dancer, but man, I love a good booty shaking.
- Foursquare makes me RIDICULOUSLY ANGRY. Please, for the love of god: do not check in and share with Twitter or Facebook. I know you can keep it secret…for the 24 hours I used Fourquare, I did. It annoys me like no other when people check in every little place and TWEET IT. Sheesh.
- Sometimes, in the car, if I catch a minute of Christian radio and it’s on a hymn I know, I’ll sing along. It reminds me of being a kid, and that makes me happy. I still miss that part of my life sometimes.
- When I talk to someone who doesn’t “get” blogging and I mention something that a fellow blogger has done, or something I’ve read on a blog, I just say, “My friend…” It’s easier.
- I don’t really do the bad boy thing, but there’s something about both John Mayer and Don Draper that just…speaks to me.
- I realize this is an oxymoron, but when I read tweets and blogs of people who are forever grumpy or upset, I just wonder why they bother sharing that. I don’t need to read every little gripe. I have enough of my own and I try not to poison Twitter with constant bitching.
- I was an English major, and I hate Shakespeare, Twain and have never read Dickens. I KNOW. I KNOW.
- If I find a food I enjoy at a restaurant, I eat it every time I go. I like routine.
- I know I want kids, but the idea of being pregnant scares the living hell out of me.
- I am going to start riding my bike to work, and I’m deathly afraid that I’m going to be hit by a car.
Okay, your turn: tell me your confessions, please.
Copyright © 2012
Yep, we talk in ridiculous childish language at home. Enough said. He doesn’t get blogging either, so I usually say “a friend” like you do, or “someone I know”. And OMG I want kids one day, but childbirth sounds absolutely horrendous. One blogger I follow just wrote about the birth experience, and I’m reading another who’s pregnant following a miscarriage. Nightmarish stuff…
This video makes me cry every single time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGODurRfVv4
I talk in a cutesy secret language, too. I also sing and dance in that cutesy secret language to my dogs.
I honestly don’t get Foursquare, at all. To me, that’s just helping stalkers out even more, and let’s be real…there are stalkers.
I totally do the Christian radio thing, and I also call all bloggers “friends” when I’m telling a non blogger something.
We are a lot alike, Miss Titch.
LOL Shannon’s comment about Christian radio almost made me spit out my coffee, that’s such a funny way to frame it!
And “I don’t need to read every little gripe.” – yes. No kidding. It’s still a public space and sometimes text messaging a friend is a better option.
[...] beautiful friend Amy was inspired to post some confessions by her friend Nora – and in turn I am inspired to make some confessions of my [...]
I do the refering to blog/twitter people as friends, because my family/friends wouldn’t really get it.
In my last blog post I admitted I once dumped a guy because he had horrid taste in music.
Im also secretly proud my Mom had my brother when I was sixteen, because now I can pretend he’s mine, and if she hadn’t had him, I’d have probably ended up a teenage Mother.
my cellphone does not have internet or apps.
I’m hopelessly addicted to foursquare, but try not to send it to twitter (cause I find it annoying too) – I think I finally got it unlinked.
I definately call bloggers “friends” when I’m talking to non-bloggers. My boyfriend has caught on and asks if I’m referring to an “internet-person.”
Also, I feel the same way about kids/pregnancy . . .
You should read “Tale of Two Cities” – its one of my favorite books and also the only Dickens I could get through.
When I’m home alone, I like to sit on my bathroom sink top and stare at my pores in the mirror. I analyze and get rid of blackheads. And it’s like the best 10 minutes I spend by myself. Pathetic, huh?
I also just call bloggers “friends”. You’re right, it is easier sometimes!
I also can’t STAND the people who are constantly complaining/whining. Is your life really that bad? Really!?
This was fun, I will have to do this on my blog soon!
Uh, confessions are always good… thanks for sharing yours. I might have to steal this some time (when I find a free minute to blog, sigh.).
I am also guilty of the secret language with my husband (and we even mix German and English – imagine that!)… I often wondered if other people do those kinds of things, too, and you confirmed it to me. What a relief!
i always, always refer to my blog BFFs as my “friends” because truthfully… that’s what you guys are! the ones that i’ve met have changed my life and the ones that i haven’t have still impacted it so much that it’s hard to not incorporate them into daily life. but, a lot of people don’t get the whole blog thing, so i just leave it at that.
also? i’m TERRIFIED of being pregnant. now that i’m married with a house and all of that good stuff, it’s like STARING ME IN THE FACE and i’m all NO NO NO NO. but i want kids in a bad way. i guess i’ll just have to get over it eventually? right now i’m pretty content with my puppy.
Ha, if anyone heard me and Boyfriend talk when we’re not in public, I’d die…
I’m also totally with you on the Twitter gripers and the over-sharers. Some things… are just private. Besides, I only want to filter in positive things in my life – Gripey McGripersons get a pretty swift unfollow 
I’m pretty sure Don Draper speaks to all women who are breathing. (My confession- I’m a Roger Sterling gal myself)
I’ll give you John Mayer though. Ick.
Okay. Also an English major. I TRIED to like the classic, swearsies. I cried through Crime & Punishment, & not because I was touched, but because IT WAS PUNISHMENT. I would be embarrassed for any of my professors to see my current bookshelf. On the other hand, I am a total grammar snob & love to tear plots (movies & books) to pieces, & still appreciate great writing. I just can’t read Dickens, OKAY? Leave me alone.
I AM pregnant and it still terrifies me. Everytime I think about the fact that there is a little person in there (or two people in my case) I feel like I have been invaded by aliens. It is a bizarre feeling.
Confessions: I always match my underwear to my outfit. I love to eat Macaroni&Cheese with tuna fish. I can eat well all day, but come night time I will consume anything in sight. I am addicted to Facebook, can’t really get into Twitter and have no idea what Foursquare is. I read your comment about Foursquare twice because I was pretty sure you were talking about the blacktop game.
Some bloggers *are* my friends so it feels weird to have to delineate between the two. Usually I only specify when talking to Erik, in which I say a “blogging friend” to make the distinction that they aren’t someone I’ve met IRL. But that’s pretty much it. If it’s someone I don’t know or haven’t talked to, then sometimes I say “Someone I know” or “someone I read online” as if it’s a column.
I love this idea! It’s nice to realize you’re not the only one with crazy secrets
My big confession? As much as I love my husband and daughter, I’d like them to go away for a day or so, so I can have the house to myself. And I’d love the house to myself so I can spend the day organizing my closet. Scandalous!
In other words, don’t be scared of being pregnant/having kids, just be worried about all of those ‘responsible adult’ dreams and goals you gain once the kids do come
I am so glad to see so many other bloggers call each other friends to people who don’t get it. I felt kind of like a poser when I do it, but I won’t anymore.
I also listen to the christian station all the time- mostly because I feel like it’s one of the few channels that isn’t talking about the celebrity gossip that everyone else is. I don’t want to hear my gossip on the radio, I want to read it in Star like everyone else!
I would personally like to give you high fives on the screening of phone calls… I screen everything. Also, dancing. I am SUCH an uncoordinated white girl, but you will definitely catch me in the shadow boxes on Friday night shaking my bootaaaay. And being pregnant scares the shit out of me as well. Stretch marks, weight gain and crazy hormones… OH MY!
I’m the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met. I’m absolutely terrified of death. I’m good at pretending to be a good person, and karma’s been kicking my ass because of it. James Blunt songs make me cry. Actually, a lot of things make me cry. Sometimes I cry at the happy parts in movies, like at the end of LOTR when the king gets married, because I’m SO happy for the characters. I don’t know where I’d be without my blog friends, I love them.
HOORAY for riding your bike to work! Just remember to wear a helmet and that the traffic laws that apply to cars, also apply to you! Looking forward to reading about your new adventure, as I did the same just over a year ago! <3
Sometimes it feels good to purge the confessions…
-A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens!) is one of my all-time favorite books.
- I don’t love you any less for hating Twain or Shakespeare (What the what?), and having never read Dickens.
-I own both Step Up movies, and am ridiculously psyched to see Step Up 3D. (Which is maybe not a secret being that I just announced it on my site this morning…)
-I recently discovered I’m afraid of overflowing toilets.
-I would rather swim than do most anything else.
-I have no desire to climb a mountain, ever.
-I once stole a hemp beaded bracelet from a street vendor in Hawaii. I don’t feel very guilty about it.
-In Hawaii I also skinny-dipped in the ocean with Marines I had just met. (Senior trip, ahoy!)
–I want to kidnap you and bring you to Portland to wander the coast with me and so we can have an ’80s movies night.
Oh YES on the Foursquare thing, thank you. I DO NOT GET why anyone thinks it’s a good idea. People who clog up my Twitter/Facebook with it too often get a swift unfollow/defriending. I don’t care if you’re the mayor of the gas station on the corner.
Let’s see, what can I confess that’s worthy of a confession?
I don’t think I’m capable of the kind of love where I just *know* I’ve found the love of my life. I either haven’t found the right person yet, or I’m incapable of being in a relationship and not questioning everything, constantly, and always thinking there is something better out there and I’m compromising too much. Even though I’m often not compromising much at all.
I don’t understand why I need a ton of apps on my phone, or the Internet. I think it would be more of a nuisance than awesome. I have the cheapest phone and plan I can get, and I like it that way.
I’m a complainer. I try really hard to keep most petty things to myself though, unless I think they would come across as funny. As you have pointed out, most people don’t want to hear gripes all day. But I have trouble processing something that’s bugging me if I can’t vent about it.
I have a couple reactions to your confessions, which will likely turn into confessions of my own.
* I am constantly moving blogs around my different reader folders as well as deleting blogs. No offense, but sometimes I just don’t need to read about your life (well, of course, not YOUR life … hee hee).
* I see a place for social media, but some of it has got no place in my life. I don’t understand why anyone would use Foursquare. No one is that important that others need to know where you are. I’m just waiting for someone to be brutally attacked because they told the world where they were hanging on Foursquare. Sigh.
* Speaking of social media, I kind of hate Twitter. Blogs are ok, because they’re space for us to expand on our thoughts. Twitter makes you truncate them and I just cannot fathom how that helps improve our thought process.
* Being pregnant isn’t so bad (you just get to watch your belly grow). Giving birth? Now that scares the shit out of me. I’ll let you know how it goes in a few months.
I have a literature degree, too, and I say: screw Dickens. I swear to God, that man is such a downer to read.
Right there with you on John Mayer. He’s such an ass most of the time, yet I’m still completely lusting over him. I do love his musical skills, though.
I screen calls too. But I also refuse to have voicemail, because um, no. I’m not calling you back. In this day and age, TEXT ME IF YOU WANT ME.
I’m on Foursquare (I use Foursquare? I have Foursquare? I’m unclear on which verb I should use) and I totally don’t get it. I don’t even know if I’m inadvertently tweeting my locations. I had a hard time getting into Twitter and then ended up loving it so I’m giving myself time to grow to love Foursquare but as of right now? I’m just confused.
I totally did the whole secret cutesy voice with my ex, and when I talk about bloggers to non-bloggers, it’s always “a friend of mine.”
One of my own confessions is that I cut my own hair (nothing major, just to take a few inches off) and I tell everyone it’s because it saves money, but really it’s because I HATE having to make small talk with the hairdresser.
Another one is that sometimes, when someone compliments me on something, I know I totally deserve the praise so I have to completely fake being humble instead of being genuine.
I used to hate the word “baby”. I used to vehemently say that only Patrick Swaze could ever call me baby. But now, I call my bf that all the time. It started as a joke, now I CAN’T STOP.
I am on Foursquare. I am addicted. It’s a disease. I’m sorry. (But I do try not to tweet every single time I check in! And it’s not my fault when Foursquare tweets that I became a mayor!)
Christian radio is the bomb.
The way I talk to my dog is very, very embarrassing. If anyone found out, it would not be cool at all.
I’m a journalism major but not into news at all.
I screen my phone calls too, and I totally agree with that pregnancy thing! Kids are great, getting there is a joke!
Also, I’m an only child and I typed up an entire fake family of siblings complete with names and birthdays and even personality traits, when I was younger. I wanted a big family so I’d randomly pretend to have conversations with my ‘sister’. No, I don’t think I’m crazy. At least I hope not.
– Bee
I’m SO not into bad boys too but this whole Don Draper and Chuck Bass thing makes me want to do very not good-girl things.
Yep the Foursquare thing is annoying! I use it, and have for along time but don’t post it all over. That’s why I look at my Foursquare app, if I want to see what you’ve been up to. Twitter/FB are separate. Ugh.
The only thing I could think of right now that is kind of along the lines of you and Andrew, Chris and I have a dumb hilarious habit of changing song lyrics to be songs about our cats, sometimes our dogs. We’re ridiculous.
THAT video!? Seriously. That video???
Don’t feel bad that you unsubscribe to 50 blogs. Read what you want, not what people tell you that you should read
Sometimes when I am bored, I’ll watch Glenn Beck or listen to televangelists for a humor lift.
I would say I’m scared of being pregnant, but I’m more scared of finding out I’m not, so all the ickiness of it has been such a relief!
Uh, we have a lot of confessions in common. Ha.
Hate foursquare, hate negative people status updates, and I TOTALLY do that thing where I say “My friend…” instead of “This author of this blog I read…” haha.
Glad you decided to do some confessions:) I also eat the same thing at a restaurant. It’s clean and simple that way.
My confession: I haven’t been on a bike since I was 9. I’ve had two awful tumbles/accidents on them and 17 years later I still refuse to get on one. Like at all.
I totally eat the same thing every time I go to a restaurant and I also go to the same restaurants all the time. Basically, I only eat three different things ever.
Also, when you blog semi-anonymously, you often find yourself talking about your “friends” and then leave everyone wondering how you have friends all over the world, since they don’t know you blog.
Confessions: I sing along to church songs too, I have never read Dickens and I hate Shakespeare, and I miss being friends. Let’s catch up.
- Andrew and I have a secret language too. It’s a lot of weird noises. And it’s totally ridiculous.
- I also hate foursquare. I do not give a shit if someone is picking up their perscription at CVS or if where they’re getting their nails done.
- For brunch, no matter where I go, I get the same thing: two eggs, scrambled, bacon, and hashbrowns. I’m a creature of habit, for sure.
I often say “my friend…” if I mention something about a blog friend. It’s so weird saying, “My friend from Canada…” or “My friend from California…” because then they wonder how I know all of these people.
Husband and I have nicknames for each other. He calls me “Mer,” though my name is Megan … and I call him “Der” or “Dershie,” though his name is Josh. We call each other those names in public now, though.
Annnnd I adore John Mayer, though that’s a secret because he is a complete jerk. BUT HIS VOICE! :swoon:
My confession: I have a “thing” for Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. No idea why!
I agree with you on the whole “I call bloggers my friend” thing. I’ve gotten over trying to explain how I know someone and honestly I feel like I am honest to goodness friends with some of the bloggers I read, especially if we’re friends on Facebook.