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
washed.
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.
I'd love to hear from Ellen, Rebekah, and Jenny, if you're up for it. If any of the rest of you wants to spill, consider yourself tagged as well!
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!
Posted by: Louise | Tuesday, November 29, 2005 at 09:48 PM
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
Posted by: Beth | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 07:38 AM
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.
Posted by: Tony | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 09:24 AM
"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?
Posted by: jen | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 01:03 PM
"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!
Posted by: Kate | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 01:11 PM
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.
Posted by: Rachel | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 02:30 PM
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.
Posted by: Evenewra | Wednesday, November 30, 2005 at 09:04 PM
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. :)
Posted by: Ellen | Friday, December 02, 2005 at 03:15 AM
How many confessions do I have to make?
Posted by: Rebekah | Saturday, December 03, 2005 at 12:57 AM
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
Posted by: Jennifer | Sunday, December 04, 2005 at 02:09 PM
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!
Posted by: Jenny | Monday, December 05, 2005 at 11:48 AM
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!
Posted by: Peach | Wednesday, December 07, 2005 at 04:09 PM