Confession thread - We can find Jesus together.

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I like to write deep poetry. One of my best poems is about rain and petals eavesdrop.
me too! I write and re-write big chunks of setting and emotive description and will never show 95% of it to anyone. I'm glad it's there, tho - it's like a spiritual exercise.

I like the idea of having stacks of old journals full of sketches and poems and little polaroid photographs. It's an "I was here thing" but more nuanced.
 
I used to work in a restaurant back in my teen years and got laid off.

I worked at a restaurant in high school that lost their liquor license and the owner was about to sell the place anyway so he had no plans to renew it. There were still 3 nearly full kegs of beer hooked up to the taps that me and one other coworker finished off in about a month. We'd start drinking every night we worked around closing time, sometimes starting earlier while people were still eating. Before locking up for the night, we'd fill up a bunch of 32oz cups and take them home with us.
 
I worked evening shifts at a supermarket bakery as a teenager. The manager would leave at 5 so we would play baseball in the back room with a donut and a baguette. We'd also play laser tag with the portable bar code readers.

Also if we didn't like the look of you we would spit on your bread.
 
I ended up making a college professor cry after writing a very scathing review of her ability. I felt bad she ended up crying over it, but she pissed me off. Took a creative nonfiction writing course taught by her, and she would always say she highly doubted the things I wrote about from my personal life happened, despite them actually being complete truth.
 
One time I pushed a girl off of a swingset because she told me that she didn't like the cartoon Winx club. Winx is life, bitch.
 
I dream in black and white about 95% of the time. There are a lot of "Polaroid-type scenes" where it's like a photo of something but nothing moves. People talk but their lips don't move. I hardly ever recognize people in my dreams, even if they're supposed to be someone I know, because they look completely different. Same with places. It's rare for me to have a vivid dream where I feel like it's actually happening, but when I do, it's a nightmare or I'm having sex with Adam Sandler (it only happened once, I swear! Unfortunately, he looked and sounded like himself. :c).

When I do dream in color, it's much more memorable and sometimes, certain things move. Sometimes, whole scenes move. Most things stay static and those dreams follow the "Polaroid" pattern too. It would be nice if I only dreamed nice things in color but sometimes, I have nightmares in color too.

I've always dreamed differently, ever since I can remember. I did see somewhere that black and white dreams are most common in people who watch black and white television or old people who used to watch these televisions. I don't fit those demographics, so it's just weird. Brains are weird, I guess!
 
I used to self harm by smashing my head against a metal barbell in my bedroom- I didn't cut myself because I was terrified of the sight of blood. I once managed to concuss myself with it.
 
I was out walking once, in the middle of nowhere and I found a wild baby rabbit stuck halfway down a grid. I gently hoisted it out and wrapped it up in my scarf- it seemed to be really sick. I walked for ages to the nearest town and went into the vets, they refused to put the rabbit of its misery there and then, for no reason. I got a bus to the next vets and they kindly put it down humanely.
 
I used to frequent r/gamingcirclejerk and I thought it was the funniest shit ever
 
I used to be that obnoxious asshole who would have ringback tones on my phone set to incredibly annoying songs because I thought it was funny. Anyone who called me would have to listen to Dragostea Din Tei (Numa Numa song) before I picked up.
 
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