Sunday Confessions: 1-25-26

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.

I’m coming to you live from my bed on what looks like it will be a snow/ice day. Going into the weekend, I was excited to hibernate for a couple days. But after feeling a bit stir crazy, I can’t wait for this ice to go away.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

Snow days have the same rules as airports when it comes to drinking. Time doesn’t matter. It’s 5 o’clock all the time.

Faced the truth of the category of men I am interested in are physically out of my league so I simply have to get hotter to not only meet them but surpass them.

I don’t live in the USA but my heart is completely broken for what’s happening. I feel helpless and sad for the good people here. We’re thinking of you all.

I went to New Orleans and somehow justified eating Café Du Monde beignets three times in one day. In the moment it felt spiritual. On Sunday, it just feels like consequences.

Every single day I ask myself why did I chose teaching as a career.

My mom loves drama. She’s 60+ and pins us daughters against one another.

Had to take Plan B for the first time at my big age of 34.

This dry January, I’ve replaced alcohol with Zyn pouches.

I make the guy I’m seeing put in his headphones on and blast music when I have to use the washroom, just in case. I don’t want him to know me like that.

I’m afraid I’m going to have a baby in late September thanks to this snow storm.

I’ve lowkey turned into a prepper and have a small stockpile of food and supplies in case something bad happens. I’m buying land to start a farm and become self sustaining. My friends think I’m crazy, which is valid. But I’m not going to help them when the time comes.

I’m tired of watching innocent people be murdered in broad daylight. I’m tired of little kids being kidnapped. How am I supposed to just keep acting like life is normal?

All I want is for Minneapolis to feel like home again for all of us who so proudly live here.

My former roommate and my ex hooked up and I unfortunately know all of the details.

My dog sleeps in bed with me under the covers. Sue me.

I’m genuinely terrified for my safety as a Mexican American. I was born here but that doesn’t seem to matter. I’m disgusted by the hatred being spread and the disgraceful and vile ways people are being treated by ICE. It’s hard to go to work and talk to my colleagues like no of this is happening. The urgent slide deck is still due EOD.

I was hoping my ex’s power went out during the storm so I can offer him a place to stay.

As a veteran, I’m really ashamed of the country I signed up to protect and gave much of my youth to. I’m even more saddened to see how far that sentiment is spreading across the group of people I served with and love deeply.

I gave my best friend’s brother scabies. But the sex was so good it was worth it.

Ran out of milk during the ice storm. Husband wanted macaroni and cheese for dinner. Per his recommendation, used breastmilk as a substitute. Delicious.

I shit my pants at the one of the fanciest restaurant in NorCal, French Laundry. Somehow, no one knew.

Was sexting with my situationship while on a flight yesterday. Dropped my phone and the passenger behind me had to grab it, face up. There’s no way he didn’t see what was on that screen.

Every time I meet a couple for the first time, I can’t help but picture them having sex.

I moved to Switzerland and it really annoys me how rude people are. I am German, so the bar is really low to be considered a friendly person.

My favorite part of my everything shower routine is plucking my nipple hairs.

I hooked with someone on a second date and the next morning he told me he’s for ICE and now I have to hate and block.

Went to a friend’s 30th birthday party in Michigan, woke up in the bathroom floor covered in my own pee. Needless to say they bought a new bath rug.

I think everything happening in the world is changing me from long time republican to democrat. I’m afraid to talk to my husband and family about this.

I hate the New England Patriots more than I love my wife.

I got a pay cut and had to fire my cleaning lady. Just cleaned my bathrooms and am disgusted and embarrassed that she ever had to clean up after us.

Hungover and taking everything to not reach out to my ex. Don’t know what to do.

After my football team lost last weekend, I stayed up until 4:00 in the morning rewatching all of Heated Rivalry to feel some happiness.

I always use twice the amount of laundry detergent you’re “supposed” to use and don’t care. This is my avocado toast.

I have an awful texting and driving problem. I know it’s awful and I’ve got to stop, there’s really no excuses at this point.

I think my partner is cheating. Instead of confront him, though, I want to let it happen so I can be right.

I live in Minneapolis and I secretly hate my parents for not checking on me this weekend.

I think I am obsessed with making sourdough. Everything sourdough: bread, cookies, muffins, scones, pizza, pasta, focaccia. I don’t even eat it, I just give it away.

Non-winter people cosplaying as winter people is my new pet peeve. Grow up.

I don’t actually love to travel, but it makes me feel like I’m worldly and interesting when I get to swap travel stories. A sort of social currency that maybe doesn’t make me seem snobby.

I hate myself for how much I used to like Blake Lively.