Alright, confess odd things.

For example, I'm jealous to my big brother becuase he discovered The Smiths first. Dammit, now I can't have a crush for Morrisey without feeling weird about it.

edited 24th Jun '09 12:35:21 PM by JethroQWalrustitty

Sometimes I really miss high school. I mean, there were a lot of things about it that sucked, and given the choice I wouldn't go back, but I haven't had a Nakama like that since.

I kind wonder what happened to that kid I became friends with in summer camp back when I was a kid. In part because he was fun and I miss him, but in part because I'll bet you anything he's aSexy Nerd now.

I still feel guilty about not keeping in contact with my friends after I moved. I mean, I was only nine or so, but it still makes me feel terrible.

I have a book from the library that I checked out back in September, lost a couple days afterward, and haven't found it yet. Somehow, the fines aren't so high I can't check anything out.

I have a slight obssession with the different scents of soaps and bed things; pillows, sheets, etc. The smells of things in general fascinate me but the items listed above I'm most intrigued by.

I read fandom secrets all the time, but never the comments people leave. I have no interest in watching someone who's allowed him/herself to be vulnerable, even over stuff I disagree with, be torn to shreds by a bunch of catty little bitches.

Also, every time someone asks where the fandom is, I have the fleeting sensation of wanting to set up a comm for whatever they're talking about. I know the pain of liking things that no one else does.

@Aondeug: Wanna have a smelling stuff party? I've got a whole collection of hotel soaps and shampoos that smell funny, and I can borrow different people's pillows, and then we can go to Target and sniff all the shampoos and body washes!

Oh my! I adore those hotel soaps. That and those chocolate mints they leave under your pillow. They taste yummy. The idea of a smelling stuff party is an interesting idea, one I've never considered.

I joke constantly to put up a veneer against my perpetual wish to be liked, and to attract any friendship I can. People don't take me seriously, but it's better than being a lonely sadsack. If I wasn't laughing, I would be crying.

All of my confessions would squick you guys, so I'll stay quiet.

I like Spongebob Squarepants (the second season, anyway) unrepentantly despite my age. I also like Johnny Cash.

I ate a whole pound of bacon as part of breakfast once.

I've done the pound of bacon myself. In my defense, I had not eaten in three days and I was fucking ravenous.

When I'm just waiting for something to happen, I'll sing the "meow mix" jingle under my breath.

I also read Arthur C. Clarke's 2010: Odyssey Two, 2061, 3001, and Ender's Game all in one night when I was little.

Yeah, not really a confession, but I consider it a weird quirky feat I like to share, so...

Furiko, I actually haven't read F!S in ages because I have the compulsion to read through all the comments and keep re-loading the page. Not that I'm exactly pressed for time, I just got lazy about it.

I have lots of existential-type fears, and things that freak me out yet I find myself fascinated by, but to this day my most paralyzing fear is freaky audio, in particular The Beatles' Revolution #9. I heard it exactly once, in an art class that was playing The White Album that day and I just sat there paralyzed and on the verge of having a heart attack. I have thought about this in terms of boggarts and if one were to manifest itself as a recording of this (or else that... freaky part at the end of Strawberry Fields Forever and oh why oh why do The Beatles love Last Note Nightmare? WHY?!) I have no idea how I would think straight enough to cast a Riddikulus on it.

I'm trying to get into mainstream pop music.

I picked up Outlaw Star because I had PSL for Melfina when I was younger.

I can't look at babies. They scare the crap out of me.

I make jokes about having a crush on Joseph Stalin (It's the mustache, I tell you!). My mother is a Polish immigrant with Lithuanian parents. Yeah...

edited 24th Jun '09 6:08:58 PM by Miijhal

Miijhal: I have an instinctive revulsion to babies, too. I'm not really sure why.

So I guess that counts as another confession from me, even though it's pretty much "I confess I agree".

I also dislike babies.

I think the dub of Bleach is just as good as the japanese version.

@Miijhal: Funny you should mention that. I am the only Hetalia fan I know who doesn't ship Russia/Lithuania. Ever. Under any circumstances. Seriously, I love my fandom, but that is several steps past the line for me.

I'm tempted to ship Poland/Lithuania, but I don't know much history of either country and I'd feel like an idiot.

edited 24th Jun '09 6:49:09 PM by FurikoMaru

Sometimes, despite myself, I do watch hentai.

I draw my own.

I confessed all the squicky stuff I know of over in the Fetishes thread

^{The Thread Where Even Immortals Dare Not Tread}

 ^*, but as for missing people in my childhood/early adolescence? Well, when I was 15, I was friends with this girl who was maybe a year or two younger than me. She was a cute redhead, and a lot of fun; she knew I was interested in her, so she tried to hook me up with one of her friends. It didn't take, but it was still fun while it lasted. I moved away that summer and haven't seen or heard from her since.