Sunday Confessions: 5-24-26
Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometimes it just feels good to get off your chest.
Last night I was lying down and staring into the sky. I could see the moon through the tree branches. I couldn’t stop thinking, “This tree is just as alive as I am right now.” As someone who’s been overthinking a lot lately, it really put some stuff into perspective.
Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.
Recently reconnected with an old crush after several years. I’m ready to have my life ruined again.
Sometimes I get really irritated and stressed at how ugly my friend’s boyfriends are.
I refer to ChatGPT as Chad… Chad replaced my therapist a couple months ago.
I got pregnant immediately our first month trying and we’re so happy, yet I feel so guilty and am struggling to tell close friends because I feel like I’m bragging when so many are struggling with fertility.
I’ve been in a 13 year situationship with no clear end in sight… I turn 32 next week and am still convinced I’m going to marry him.
I’m a feminist and i think all bodies are beautiful but not shaving your pits is gross.
I applied for a job that I wasn’t sure I really wanted.. I didn’t get it and low-key I cried about it.
I don’t like my friend’s kid. I think that she thinks that I actually like him, but I find him annoying. I only help her out cause like her.
I didn’t grade my students final projects and just gave everyone an A.
Former manager posted a thirst trap this weekend and I’m embarrassed at how many times I’ve gotten off to it in the space of a few days.
I’ve been so lazy I don’t even recycle anymore.
I get jealous when I’m not included in something two of my other friends plan together even though sometimes I can’t join them.
I’m having the hardest time with feeling good about myself. I wish I could see myself through others’ eyes.
7-month sex sabbatical and somehow I made up for all of it in one week with a 27, 41 and 51-year-old and zero regrets.
I went on a girls trip this weekend and we went to a night club. I noticed a very handsome man making eye contact with me multiple times while we were dancing. I am happily married - so I continued dancing with my girls. A bit later, he came over and tapped me on the shoulder. He said, “I just want you to know that I am happily married, but if it was ten years ago I would ask you to dance.” I told him I was happily married too, but that I agreed. We fist bumped and went back to our separate groups. The most respectful way I’ve ever been hit on in my life other than by my husband of course.
I’m 38 years old and I feel like I’ll never own a house in this economy.
Been binge watching Frasier and playing rummy while I drink French 75s on my couch all weekend because I’d rather pretend I’m an adult in 1995 than deal with this dumpster fire hellscape we’ve been relegated to.
My TV antenna broke so I use my ex’s streaming services secretly. I don’t think he knows.
I like the smell of my underboob sweat when I take off my sports bra.
Went to my first swinger party last night.
I hate the way my partner makes eggs, but I don’t tell them because I’m grateful that they make me food and don’t want to hurt their feelings.
I steal greeting cards from Target.
I didn’t like the underwear I was wearing this morning, so I took them off. And purposely left them on floor. in the fitting room. At the outlet mall.
just patched some drywall for the first time and I think I need my own tv show
I dreamt of him two nights ago and it has me all fucked up.
I fully plan on being the mom that my son’s friends fantasize about.
Torn between wanting to share my life on socials and not wanting to give AI content to mooch.
Redownloaded Hinge. Again.
Thinking of texting my ex just so I can use his truck to get furniture off of Facebook Marketplace.
Celebrated the long weekend by chasing my Plan B with a vodka soda.
This week I’m flying to meet a guy I’ve never met in person.
Whenever I was mad at my boss, I would fart in her office when she stepped out.
The next best thing besides the holiday tomorrow is the possibility of seeing my crush at the office later this week and locking eyes for a max total of 1.5 seconds.
I kissed my ex’s best friend last night in the bar — no regrets.
I need a beer, cigarette, and a rooftop patio.
I fly back a day early from vacation to have a mental day to prepare myself before going back to work.
I couldn’t wait for my therapy session on Tuesday so I spent 30 minutes of my Sunday talking to Claude about my breakup.
Off Campus got me feeling down right h*rny.
I’m convinced that everyone but me at my job is taking kickbacks. It makes me dread going in to work because I’m afraid I’ll be implicated in their wrongdoings. Every Sunday I consider becoming a whistleblower.
I cannot wait to get laid off.
My friend has been such a bitch to me on our vacation that when she asked me for a bandaid for her massive blister, I looked her dead in the eye and said “sorry, no” while one was literally in my bag.
Potentially have a man visiting me from out of town next week and I’m mad at myself for being excited about it.
I like licking the bowl of guacamole with my tongue.
I think about driving my car into a tree far more than I think is normal.
Shoutout to Off Campus for all of my future fantasies until further notice.
I’m still perplexed by the unwashed bra confession from a couple of weeks ago. Every time I get dressed, change my clothes, or do laundry, I think about it.
I used to be a heavyset kid, and I didn’t start losing weight until my early twenties. I was at a family gathering and someone hadn’t recognized me at first. They were surprised at how I looked and my step mom said, “I know, isn’t she beautiful now?” which I still think about 6 years later.
watching my husband get such road rage turns me the fuck off.
Pieced it together that two of my clients are hooking up with each other.
My husband and I always share the same bath towel. We’ve been together almost 20 years. No idea when or how it started, but it’s just what we do.
Our new hire is so hopeful. I can’t wait to crush that spirit.
