My favorite Jamie tagged me.
I confess that for my last two years of college, I played computer games on my laptop in nearly every class. I always say that I did it because it helped me take better notes, which was true, but I probably would have done it anyway. (It helped me take better notes by occupying the hyperactive part of my brain so the thinking part could pay attention; otherwise I'd end up daydreaming and miss whole sections of the lecture.)
I confess that I am abysmally bad at letting things go. I also confess that if you say "let it go" to me, I will invariably have an urge to punch you, although I will not do it.
I confess that when I was fifteen I punched someone in the face, and made him bleed. I confess that I never apologized to him for it.
I confess that if someone I trust hurts me, the challenge of forgiving him or her will consume me for days.
I confess that I am a baked-goods snob. Store-bought pie is my worst nightmare.
I confess that I have never made it through a Mass, a rosary, or even a session of Evening Prayer without my mind racing off to other things numerous times.
I confess that I often pretend to not know the answer to a question, or pretend to take a while to remember something, because I learned at a young age that people don't like you if you know too much or think too quickly.
I confess that when I'm buying another pair of shoes, I don't feel nearly as guilty as I should.
I confess that I cry easily and often. I am a big crybaby.
I confess that I never wash a pair of jeans until I've gotten
something on them, even if that means they go for weeks without being
I confess that I am good at giving advice, but bad at taking it.
I confess that I have a tendency to want to control everything around me, and that it freaks me out when I can't.