Confession Box Thread: the worst thing you ever did?

There was a bit of chat in another thread about people always trying to portray themselves in a good light, and attacking those whom they see as lesser, or weaker, for their personal choices and their mistakes or wrongdoings.

So lets have a 'safe space' where we can admit our wrongdoings without fear of attack and (hopefully) without the involvement of the police and Inland Revenue.

If the mods agree, maybe we can have a rule of no attacking posters? Lets just admit stuff we're not proud of and see each other as humans with all our weaknesses. It's a bit like getting naked.

Okay I'll start. I once cheated on my tax returns. I'm not saying how, how much, or whether it was in Ireland, but I did it and I although I can't say I've ever lost a night's sleep about it, it goes against everything I believe in. It was a stupid thing to do and I won't do it again, if the same situation arises.

Ok that's me.

Talk to Fr Miltiades, my child.

I once took a penny from the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny tray but never did leave one back.

...Officer.

Winterlong

I accidentally had a tax accident and was just €400 off getting my name published in the papers in the tax defaulters list.

osarusan

I stole an accordion from a blind monkey.

cml387

I gave a euro to a busker in Galway who I now believe was Ed Sheeran

You got there before me!


As previously mentioned I have driven with drink taken and it wasn't a million years ago. I can be a somewhat erratic driver. Penalty points, speeding fines.

Once I was all mixed up and confused so I meddled unnecessarily in a good friends new relationship.

I've threatened someone.

I slapped a random guy in a pub one night because I felt like an idiot.

I've thrown drinks over people.

I've lied.

I've said "I love you" when I haven't really meant it.

I comfort eat and comfort drink.

I spent my twenties on antidepressants.

I smashed a room up.

I know what it's like to truly hate.

I once told an ex after we had broken up that I had a miscarriage. It was a lie.

The worst of all was how difficult I was at times with my mam. I made her cry and that still haunts me

SecretsOfEarth

cml387 wrote: »

I gave a euro to a busker in Galway who I now believe was Ed Sheeran

I blame you for encouraging and facilitating him.

2nd Row Donkey

osarusan wrote:

I stole an accordion from a blind monkey.

Sacra Bleu!

Now I feel all embarrassed.

Outlaw Pete

Grew up beside a Catholic Church and inside the door was donations box.

Deleted User

Deleted User wrote: »

You got there before me!


As previously mentioned I have driven with drink taken and it wasn't a million years ago. I can be a somewhat erratic driver. Penalty points, speeding fines.

Once I was all mixed up and confused so I meddled unnecessarily in a good friends new relationship.

I've threatened someone.

I slapped a random guy in a pub one night because I felt like an idiot.

I've thrown drinks over people.

I've lied.

I've said "I love you" when I haven't really meant it.

I comfort eat and comfort drink.

I spent my twenties on antidepressants.

I smashed a room up.

I know what it's like to truly hate.

I once told an ex after we had broken up that I had a miscarriage. It was a lie.

The worst of all was how difficult I was at times with my mam. I made her cry and that still haunts me

Bravo you.

Just because you made such a good effort I'll do more.

I once ended a friendship because of boredom with that person. I engineered an argument, pretending to be offended at something, and never spoke to them since. This person was justifiably perplexed and hurt and according to a mutual friend, blames themselves for it. That was all me. I've done similar with an ex.

I also lied when I said 'I love you',
.

Oh and have been on SSRIs too. Nothing wrong with that at all though, I'd happily pop those pills at a busy dinner table if it keeps me on the straight and narrow (apart from all me tax evasion etc)

corner of hells

Deleted User wrote: »

You got there before me!


As previously mentioned I have driven with drink taken and it wasn't a million years ago. I can be a somewhat erratic driver. Penalty points, speeding fines.

Once I was all mixed up and confused so I meddled unnecessarily in a good friends new relationship.

I've threatened someone.

I slapped a random guy in a pub one night because I felt like an idiot.

I've thrown drinks over people.

I've lied.

I've said "I love you" when I haven't really meant it.

I comfort eat and comfort drink.

I spent my twenties on antidepressants.

I smashed a room up.

I know what it's like to truly hate.

I once told an ex after we had broken up that I had a miscarriage. It was a lie.

The worst of all was how difficult I was at times with my mam. I made her cry and that still haunts me

You're grand , once while sorting through clothes for homeless people I found forty euros.

Beer and a takeaway that night for me and her.

neonsofa

I cheated on someone who I loved. People always say you can't cheat on someone if you love them but I dunno. I loved him and at the time I felt like he didn't really give a **** about me in the grand scheme of things- he was happy and content to be loved by me but didn't necessarily love me in the way I did him- so one night when I was out drinking with a friend and a guy was flirting with me I felt wanted for a change, and so I let him kiss me. The relationship didnt last because I was right and he didn't really care all that much about me. But i still feel awful for it because I think it's one of the worst things you can do to a partner. I never told him, I sometimes think he wouldn't have even cared anyway, and in a way thats why i allowed it to happen at the time, but that doesn't make it ok and I regret it.

Parchment

Outlaw Pete wrote: »

Grew up beside a Catholic Church and inside the door was donations box.

I definitely took drinking money from various Trocaire boxes in friends/family houses back in the day. It was probably better spent in my hands than in Trocaires - even if i was buying Linden Village.

mzungu

A Tyrant Named Miltiades! wrote: »

There was a bit of chat in another thread about people always trying to portray themselves in a good light, and attacking those whom they see as lesser, or weaker, for their personal choices and their mistakes or wrongdoings.

So lets have a 'safe space' where we can admit our wrongdoings without fear of attack and (hopefully) without the involvement of the police and Inland Revenue.

If the mods agree, maybe we can have a rule of no attacking posters? Lets just admit stuff we're not proud of and see each other as humans with all our weaknesses. It's a bit like getting naked.

Okay I'll start. I once cheated on my tax returns. I'm not saying how, how much, or whether it was in Ireland, but I did it and I although I can't say I've ever lost a night's sleep about it, it goes against everything I believe in. It was a stupid thing to do and I won't do it again, if the same situation arises.

Ok that's me.

Talk to Fr Miltiades, my child.

I thought about shopping in a poster on the internet to revenue for failing to disclose their returns properly. I have no idea if I should..... civic duty and all that :P

andekwarhola

Accidentally kicked a football through one of the windows of the old library in Trinity during a drunk game of football and miraculously didn't get caught.

That's far from the worst thing but I'm not brave enough to divulge any more.

mzungu

mzungu wrote: »

I thought about shopping in a poster on the internet to revenue for failing to disclose their returns properly. I have no idea if I should..... civic duty and all that :P

I did think about that!

Even did a quick search of my posts, to make sure I haven't posted personal details and identifying information !! Gulp

Mr.Plough

I stole a lot when I was younger. Out of different members of my families wallets/purses, coin boxes etc. Coins usually and not enough to get caught, but I'd say those coins added up to a decent enough amount stolen. Stealing just didn't feel like a big deal to me at the time.

Then when I got a bit older (I was probably 15 at the time), I got the pins to both of my parents bank cards (as they had trusted me to go around to the atm for them at one time or another), and would routinely slip their cards out of their coat pocket when it was hanging up, nip around to the atm and withdraw 20 quid (on one or two occasions 40) quid, run back and slip the card back into their coat. Spent most of it on pool in a local arcade. They were probably tight on cash at the time as well.

I got caught after a few times (maybe 6 or 7) and in fairness to them, I don't think I've stolen anything since (I'm 29), and I find that I judge people who steal quite harshly before reminding myself that I was one once.

XsApollo

I haven't done many bad things I think, never stole or any of that.

But I think I was 15, 16 and our usual gang was hanging around our housing estate where everybody knew everybody kids everywhere and always busy, we were always messing about, who could hit the ball off something ,bouncing on fences, the usual.

I picked up a rock and saw a trolley further down the road and said watch this lads into the trolley,
Hurled the rock into the air about 30 metres down the road.
Instead of going In the trolley, it smacked off the bonnet and through the rear window and into dash of the neighbours brand new Toyota carina E xli lean burn.
We all legged around the back of the estate and ended up at our houses which were say the opposite end the road where the car was , so we could see what would happen.

The owners son and his m8 were playing near enough the car, they were under 10 about 7 or 8 and were always up to **** , lighting fires and stuff , robbing sh*t.
So naturally they would get the blame.

Anyway the owner comes out about 30 mins later to go somewhere and doesn't notice until he sits in the car,
He gets out and asks the son what happened, the son blames his m8 says it was ( insert name )

Anyway the friends mother came out and chased the poor fella until she caught him up beside us and leathered the sh*t out of him asking him what the hell he has done and he crying he didn't do anything and his mother leathering him.

I didn't own up and they foot the bill I think.
That still haunts me and gets brought up whenever we are all together pis*sed and telling stories.

I was always throwing him some change for a good while after whenever I saw him.

MyPeopleDrankTheSoup

neonsofa wrote: »

I cheated on someone who I loved. People always say you can't cheat on someone if you love them but I dunno. I loved him and at the time I felt like he didn't really give a **** about me in the grand scheme of things- he was happy and content to be loved by me but didn't necessarily love me in the way I did him- so one night when I was out drinking with a friend and a guy was flirting with me I felt wanted for a change, and so I let him kiss me. The relationship didnt last because I was right and he didn't really care all that much about me. But i still feel awful for it because I think it's one of the worst things you can do to a partner. I never told him, I sometimes think he wouldn't have even cared anyway, and in a way thats why i allowed it to happen at the time, but that doesn't make it ok and I regret it.

just a kiss or more?

MyPeopleDrankTheSoup

i was at the M.I.A concert in Tripod a while back and this ruined lad kept knocking into me. at one stage he was leaning full weight into me so I turned around and gave a small push. of course, he was ruined so he went flying back! he didn't fall, other random lads caught him! i still feel like an absolute kunt cos yer man wasn't being a pr?ck, just ruined. i'd lvoe to buy him a pint and say sorry. he prob doesn't remember though in fairness

neonsofa

georgiecasey wrote: »

just a kiss or more?

You hoping to get the dirty details?
Just a kiss !

MyPeopleDrankTheSoup

neonsofa wrote: »

You hoping to get the dirty details?
Just a kiss !

ah jaysus... that's nothing! is a drunken kiss even cheating?!

boardsuser1

[Deleted User] wrote: »

You got there before me!


As previously mentioned I have driven with drink taken and it wasn't a million years ago. I can be a somewhat erratic driver. Penalty points, speeding fines.

Once I was all mixed up and confused so I meddled unnecessarily in a good friends new relationship.

I've threatened someone.

I slapped a random guy in a pub one night because I felt like an idiot.

I've thrown drinks over people.

I've lied.

I've said "I love you" when I haven't really meant it.

I comfort eat and comfort drink.

I spent my twenties on antidepressants.

I smashed a room up.

I know what it's like to truly hate.

I once told an ex after we had broken up that I had a miscarriage. It was a lie.

The worst of all was how difficult I was at times with my mam. I made her cry and that still haunts me

Sounds exactly like my ex

neonsofa

georgiecasey wrote: »

ah jaysus... that's nothing! is a drunken kiss even cheating?!

Well if he had kissed someone else I'd have been heartbroken so yeah.

MyStubbleItches

[Deleted User] wrote: »

You got there before me!


As previously mentioned I have driven with drink taken and it wasn't a million years ago. I can be a somewhat erratic driver. Penalty points, speeding fines.

Once I was all mixed up and confused so I meddled unnecessarily in a good friends new relationship.

I've threatened someone.

I slapped a random guy in a pub one night because I felt like an idiot.

I've thrown drinks over people.

I've lied.

I've said "I love you" when I haven't really meant it.

I comfort eat and comfort drink.

I spent my twenties on antidepressants.

I smashed a room up.

I know what it's like to truly hate.

I once told an ex after we had broken up that I had a miscarriage. It was a lie.

The worst of all was how difficult I was at times with my mam. I made her cry and that still haunts me

Eva?

MysticMonk

I threw a stone at a bird once when i was a kid.

He was up on a branch merrily cheeping away.

I never hit ANYTHING i threw a stone at but i hit this bird and he fell down.

I ran over and he was lying on his back making a funny noise then he died.

I felt absolutely awful at the time and still do,i brought the bird home and buried it in the garden.

ticklebelly7

I used to go to the supermarket and sink my nails into the really fresh mushroons.  My nails were at least half a centimetre long.  I loved the feel of doing it and sometimes the mushroons would even squeak!  
I also used to squeeze fresh salmon.  Sometimes you'd get a whole salmon on a polystyrene tray wrapped in clingfilm.  I used to pat the salmons and squeeze them but without breaking the clingfilm.  It had to be salmon - trout didn't do it for me, and I certainly wouldn't lower myself to squeeze a smoked haddock fillet.  I don't eat fish, I hate the stuff.  
I'm not ashamed ...

RayM

Bless me father, for I have sinned...

Once, while trying to walk past a car that was illegally parked on a pavement, I accidentally broke its wing mirror after accidentally hitting it several times with my elbow and my rucksack, accidentally. It was a dangerous, unlit road, so I didn't feel too guilty about the accident. Now that I'm older and less accident-prone, I'd be more likely to accidentally scratch the paintwork with my key. By accident, like.

Before passing my test, I drove unaccompanied on a provisional licence for a good few years.

Drove around with no tax for several months and then got the guards to stamp the off-the-road declaration form, so it wouldn't be backdated. Laughed nervously when the guard joked about my car being parked outside the station.

I don't drink often, but I sometimes take benzos or strong painkillers, just to relax.

A rude old woman once annoyed me in SuperValu, so when she wasn't looking I shoved loads of sachets of Angel Delight into her trolley. You don't fuck with me and get away with it.

Birneybau

I shot a man in Reno, just for the craic.

I've never defrauded the State (that I thoroughly love and have always felt has my best interests at heart and is not merely a vehicle to protect vested interests and enrichen those that can afford to get away with all manner of sh!te because it's mutually beneficial and none of those fcukers will ever go to jail) because that's just wrong...

fussyonion

I pretended to faint just for attention from a fella I was mad about, but the school called an ambulance and I had to pretend I was "out" when the paramedics came and stretchered me off in an ambulance.
I'm actually still mortified about this.

neonsofa

fussyonion wrote: »

I pretended to faint just for attention from a fella I was mad about, but the school called an ambulance and I had to pretend I was "out" when the paramedics came and stretchered me off in an ambulance.
I'm actually still mortified about this.

This is my fave one

Birneybau

XsApollo wrote: »

I haven't done many bad things I think, never stole or any of that.

But I think I was 15, 16 and our usual gang was hanging around our housing estate where everybody knew everybody kids everywhere and always busy, we were always messing about, who could hit the ball off something ,bouncing on fences, the usual.

I picked up a rock and saw a trolley further down the road and said watch this lads into the trolley,
Hurled the rock into the air about 30 metres down the road.
Instead of going In the trolley, it smacked off the bonnet and through the rear window and into dash of the neighbours brand new Toyota carina E xli lean burn.
We all legged around the back of the estate and ended up at our houses which were say the opposite end the road where the car was , so we could see what would happen.

The owners son and his m8 were playing near enough the car, they were under 10 about 7 or 8 and were always up to **** , lighting fires and stuff , robbing sh*t.
So naturally they would get the blame.

Anyway the owner comes out about 30 mins later to go somewhere and doesn't notice until he sits in the car,
He gets out and asks the son what happened, the son blames his m8 says it was ( insert name )

Anyway the friends mother came out and chased the poor fella until she caught him up beside us and leathered the sh*t out of him asking him what the hell he has done and he crying he didn't do anything and his mother leathering him.

I didn't own up and they foot the bill I think.
That still haunts me and gets brought up whenever we are all together pis*sed and telling stories.

I was always throwing him some change for a good while after whenever I saw him.

This is worse.

ticklebelly7

ticklebelly7 wrote: »

I used to go to the supermarket and sink my nails into the really fresh mushroons.  My nails were at least half a centimetre long.  I loved the feel of doing it and sometimes the mushroons would even squeak!  
I also used to squeeze fresh salmon.  Sometimes you'd get a whole salmon on a polystyrene tray wrapped in clingfilm.  I used to pat the salmons and squeeze them but without breaking the clingfilm.  It had to be salmon - trout didn't do it for me, and I certainly wouldn't lower myself to squeeze a smoked haddock fillet.  I don't eat fish, I hate the stuff.  
I'm not ashamed ...

I don't know if this is really funny or my sense of humour is really odd, but I laughed out loud at this!

When I was about 13 and being a complete little horror because I wasn't getting my own way, I told my mother I didn't love her and I wished she was dead. The look on her face will stay with me forever and of course I didn't mean it and instantly regretted it. She instantly forgave me, but I will never think about it and not feel absolutely awful.

Not too long ago, woman who is constantly very unpleasant to me personally in work came out of the Ladies bathroom with her skirt tucked into her underwear, leaving her very exposed. I was going to stop her from walking through the busy main office floor but I didn't and just let her embarrass herself. I told myself it was funny, but was just so petty and mean-spirited and spiteful I feel very ashamed.

I'm pretty sure theres more I've probably stuffed to the back of my mind.

MyStubbleItches

Candie wrote: »

Not too long ago, woman who is constantly very unpleasant to me personally in work came out of the Ladies bathroom with her skirt tucked into her underwear, leaving her very exposed. I was going to stop her from walking through the busy main office floor but I didn't and just let her embarrass herself. I told myself it was funny, but was just so petty and mean-spirited and spiteful I feel very ashamed.

I'm pretty sure theres more I've probably stuffed to the back of my mind.

Can't see anything wrong with this. I believe 'karma' is responsible.

MyStubbleItches

MyStubbleItches wrote: »

Can't see anything wrong with this. I believe 'karma' is responsible.

The spitefulness involved is what makes it wrong.

MyStubbleItches

Candie wrote: »

The spitefulness involved is what makes it wrong.

I'd have thought like that before. Now, meh, cúnts are cúnts, I'll mind the people I care about and care about me. Let the cúnts be themselves and suffer the consequences.

Lady is a tramp

I'm trying to think of things I could post here, but even some of the mildest ones would get me into a lot of trouble.

Okay. Seeing as the title is religious-themed ... I may have at some stage in my past had access to holy communion bread, and snacked on it when I was peckish. Handfuls at a time, like. Loved the stuff!

Peregrine

A motorist — parked on a cycle lane — asked me if I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I said no.

I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I was going there. The wickedness of it all.

Birneybau

Peregrine wrote: »

A motorist — parked on a cycle lane — asked me if I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I said no.

I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I was going there. The wickedness of it all.

Burn in hell.

eurasian

For years I have lied to myself, trying to convince myself I was straight.

RayM

RayM wrote: »

A rude old woman once annoyed me in SuperValu, so when she wasn't looking I shoved loads of sachets of Angel Delight into her trolley. You don't fuck with me and get away with it.

Peregrine wrote: »

A motorist — parked on a cycle lane — asked me if I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I said no.

I knew where Dartmouth Square was. I was going there. The wickedness of it all.

Total badasses.

Once I threw some non-recyclables in the recycling because I was too lazy to go to both chutes.

And I wasn't even sorry.

dizzyn

I robbed a freddo bar from a garage and still feel bad about it (I was like 7 at the time):o

the14thwarrior

I was working in a horrible job, and couldn't face another day in the job. It involved loads of heavy work, horrible cleaning out of bins etc I had been unemployed for ages and couldn't face going home to tell my mother i hated it. I slipped in work and while it was a spectacular fall, it didn't hurt at all. So i faked a back injury in work, and pretended i was so ill i had to go home. One of the supervisors drove me to the hospital, and insisted I stay and get seen to by a doctor. She phoned my mother and told her and my mother came down to wait until I was discharged. I had to keep the back injury up for days and days. My mother dropped my sick cert into work and when she saw the state of the place I was working , came home and told me I was never going back. Phew, the stress of keeping up the injury was awful, and I felt so bad everytime she came up and down the stairs with my meals. In my defense, I was young and my ma was real strict, and the thought of telling her I was lying........... i never did tell her, but i never did it again

pilly

Not getting any true confessions from me with just a tax dodge OP.

That's way down the list of sins.

Love persepolys post though. I'll have to think overnight which ones I can legally confess to.

Beanntraigheach

November 22nd, 1963. Dallas, Texas.
I was the infamous grassy knoll shooter.
phew, it feels good to get that off my chest after all these years.

(P.S. I did it for the money, a cool $3million. All arranged over the phone, to this day I have no idea who hired me although I have my suspicions.)

Jobs OXO

georgiecasey wrote: »

ah jaysus... that's nothing! is a drunken kiss even cheating?!

Nope. Doesn't count unless there is vjj pummelling or penile licky-licky

jimmy180sx

Few years back on a site, put the kettle on a to boil for a cup of tea..strange taste so imeadiatly thought it was the milk gone off...new milk the next day..filled the kettle...nope same ****ty taste..open the kettle...dead mouse boiled...never told the other lads...so always open your kettle to fill the water, never by the spout

jimmy180sx

jimmy180sx wrote: »

Few years back on a site, put the kettle on a to boil for a cup of tea..strange taste so imeadiatly thought it was the milk gone off...new milk the next day..filled the kettle...nope same ****ty taste..open the kettle...dead mouse boiled...never told the other lads...so always open your kettle to fill the water, never by the spout

You just reminded me, the first time my chap stayed over and showered in my apartment, he used the loofah-type sponge thing I use for cleaning the loo to wash himself in the shower. Mainly because I left it in caddy ambivalently close to the shower.

I haven't told him though, there's nothing to gain.

Four Phucs Ache

Years ago when I was about 16 I was in my dad's bedroom looking out the window randomly and across the road at nothing.I seen my neighbour opposite by a few doors walking up his laneway.Their was a cat sitting on top of the pillar with his back to him.

For whatever reason the man took a massive swing at the sleepy cat and whacked him full force with his fist.The cat flew off the wall and whimpered away slowly limping.I was horrified and shocked and upset at what I saw.

This was 96 so everything was phone and mail order.

For about 6 months he got mountains of post and subscriptions for anything to do with fisting and pussy.