Odd confessions.

My dream as a small child was to be Sailor Moon, Jackie Chan, and Indiana Jones all at once while married to an Asian man who dressed like Tuxedo Mask. I also wanted many adopted children of a wide variety of ethnicities.

I now do not want children and don't much feel like getting married. I do still want to be a master or martial arts though.

@Furiko Maru: I'd have to thank you for that. My cousin seriously hated every last Russian until he actually went to Russia because of what happened in his country.

A few other confessions:

I didn't like Gurren Lagann. I do now. I didn't when I first watched it, though.

I'm not truly asexual, as I do have a sex drive. I say it for the sake of simplicity, because it's easier than saying I'm a hyposexual who doesn't enjoy that form of stimulation (severe understatement) for many, many reasons.

-*shifts uncomfortably* I'm more promiscuous than I let on...

I confess that I still have a lot of imaginary friends.

~ Promiscuous girl, wherever you are / I'm all alone, and it's you that I want ~

Yeah. Anyway.

I'm afraid of telephones. Not like the machines themselves, but talking on them or listening to voicemail is scary. Just hearing the phone ring makes my heart rate shoot up.

I confess that...

I am Perfect! and everything I do is Perfect!

Alternatively, my crap-filter is nonexistent, if it has been made I will probably enjoy it, no matter how bad.

I don't think I have anything to say in this thread.

I've said everything elsewhere.

PostSecret: Troper Edition.

Pretty cathartic telling your secrets, isn't it?

I confess that, this one time, I laughed at For Better Or For Worse. Unironically. I'm sorry.

Oh, and I am incredibly, painfully shy, to the point where I even have trouble interacting with people on the Internet. But personally, I'm more bothered by the first one.

Heh. Except we're not anonymous here. Although some of us are Anonymous.

Right, another confession: I love events and circumstances that allow me to be "someone else". Costume parties, drugs, just being in a city where no one knows me... for some reason I'm most relaxed and confident when I can make myself forget about "me".

@Zetaseal: I know what you mean about being afraid of phones. I can't stand talking on them. They make my social phobia even worse...

@Miss Hap: I also know what you mean by the latter part... Social phobia, of course.

I don't like phones either.

For totally different reasons, though.

They're so interrupting.

PostSecret today: Happy Father's Day from the girl you will never know thinks of you as a father.

I like being around depressed people. They cheer me up, and I try to cheer them up. I feel like Misaki sometimes. I guess I like forgetting about my own problems to try to help others.

edited 24th Jun '09 8:10:47 PM by Tzetze

Me too about the phones thing. A big part of my avoidance issues.

I'm deafer in my right ear but I have to use my right ear to listen on the phone. Phone conversations coming in the other ear just creep me out for some unknown reason.

I'm kind of a hikikomori. But I think I confessed that already.

I'm a straight male. No, wait, pretty sure that's also common knowledge.

Wait. How about this. I confess that...I'm never going to give you up.
Nor will I let you down.
Nor shall I run around...and desert you.

Also, I'm fond of putting white text into my posts. It's quite a guilty pleasure.

OFF-SIDE, Haven. *hands you a red card*

Speaking of which, I confess that I enjoy being rickrolled and I actually like the song in question.

You know, when I was looking up stuff about telephone phobia (telephobia?) I noticed it did seem to go along with social phobia in general... which I don't have at all. It's kind like how I'm afraid of water even though I've never had a bad experience. Somewhere along the line my brain just said Do Not Want and was done with it.

Edit: I like the rickroll song too. Why is that so weird? It's catchy.

edited 24th Jun '09 8:14:02 PM by Zetaseal

What makes it worse is that both my wife and I are telephone-phobic, and we annoy each other by trying to pass the telephoning-people buck all the time.

It's not a bad song, it's just a dumb joke.

I-I thought I was doing something new with it...cause it's a love confession song, and this is the confession thread, and...*twiddles fingers* Is my avatar making me attempt to be moe? Like we need more of that around here. Maybe I should switch to the "crotch grab o'clock" one.

edited 24th Jun '09 8:20:21 PM by Haven

I will spend hours looking for hurt/comfort fanfiction.

@Miss Hap: It actually used to be good, y'know. There's no shame in liking it.

Were you confessing to anyone in particular?

Whoa double ninja'd, I meant Haven.

edited 24th Jun '09 8:20:32 PM by Tzetze

I play torture games.