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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

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I confess that I played computer games during class as well, (with you!) but it didn't really help me think. Thanks you for Tab + Alt!

I confess that some years I have to burn the Advent candles when I'm home alone to get them to the right heights! The third week is especially bad because the kids have school shows. I also confess that I HATE school shows. I only offer to help with costumes or sceanery so I'm not stuck in the audience watching!
Beth

I confess that I have a tendency to want to control everything around me, and that it freaks me out when I can't.

This is one of mine too. But I'm working on it and I like to think I'm getting better. That and "not letting go" were my bad ones. I think I've almost beat the "not letting it go" thing.

These two have been the greatest destroyers of my peace during my life.

"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."
Hah! I do this too. Sometimes it's a relief to learn you're not the only one, you know?

"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 wish I'd learned this...I still answer too quickly!

I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU in how I react to people telling me to let something go.

Here's what I say (inevitably it's to my baby brother, who was a psych major in college and thinks he knows the only ways to mental health): I will let it go when I am good and ready, thankyouverymuch, and I don't like being told what to feel, so please stop.

I confess that I have a terrible time taking advice from other people even when I know it is in my best interests. I am teaching in a school where everyone does all their planning together and is always "helping" each other improve their ideas and although I know 2 (or even 5) heads are better than one, I still take advice as personal commentary of my imperfection.

Thanks for the tag! I just posted my true confessions. :) I can relate so well to your first item! I didn't play computer games, but I would doodle, write notes to classmates (how jr. high can you get!) write letters...I'd have to be doing SOMETHING if I had any hope of paying attention. :)

How many confessions do I have to make?

So glad to hear that I am not the only one with a wild monkey mind during prayer and reflection...my mind so lacks discipline!

I confess that I have been spending a lot of money on clothes lately to make myself feel better.

I confess that I am afraid of God's will for me and that submitting terrifies me.

I confess that I don't confess as often as I should...

Peace out, Brave One.

J

Oh! You tagged me! Bless you. But I'm no longer blogging (confesion number one, but I'm sure you've noticed) so I'll do some here if thats not a terrible break of etiquette! PS - ditto on the baked goods snobbery, and the 'I'll pretend I'm puzzled so I don't seem like a know it all' thing).

1) I confess that I pretend to have read some books I haven't. I've even had in-depth conversations about them (hi there, 'Wuthering Heights'!)

2) I confess to thinking I am 'better' than other atheists because I used to be a church-goer, and I studied theology, so 'at least I know what I don't believe in'.

3) I confess that I am all fur coat and no knickers*, when it comes to cleaning my house. But I still act the martyr about it.

4) I confess that I sometimes have bad, judgmental thoughts about the poor and vulnerable families, on whose behalf I am paid to support and campaign.

5) I confess to going on about I hate stinginess, but regularly begrudging the cost of things for other people.

6) I confess to worrying about what my boyfriend will be like when he's older.

* I should perhaps clarify that this does not refer to what I wear when I'm cleaning, but to the fact that i only clean 'on the surface'. My house looks fine, but you wouldn't want to go too deep!

I am so pleased that I'm not the only one who doesn't wash jeans until there's something on them (or they start to smell funky).

Whew!

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