Sunday Confessions: 3-23-25
"I hate my boyfriend’s first name."
Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometime it just feels good to get off your chest.
In the early days of The Sunday Scaries Podcast, I did a segment about something called “vacation guilt” where even though you’re excited to leave town, you feel bad about doing so for some reason. Be it money or responsibilities or something completely random that’s bringing you down, it’s something a lot of people seemed to identify with. And as someone who was in Vegas from Thursday to Sunday this past weekend, I’m feeling a little guilty for going to Mexico this weekend for the same stretch of time. Bleh.
Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.
I called a one night stand 7x after drinking too much and left him 20+ messages. Never got an answer.
I take unnecessary work trips to get a break from my family.
Was asked to start using Chat GPT to assist in writing my emails in a more professional and collaborative tone.
I fell in love with a guy who probably earns half of what I do, and it’s making me anxious because I know my family will never respect him for it.
I’ve watched every episode of “With Love, Meghan” at least three times. I can’t tell anyone because I everyone I know can’t stand her!
No one in my family knows that I've been using semaglutide since October.
Vyvanse has completely changed my life and I love it.
I want to rock his world just once, and then I can move on.
Ate leftover french toast, with my hands, while sitting in the car wash. Felt zero shame about it.
I’m hopelessly in love with Lewis Hamilton and daydream about him every chance I get.
I never rinse my rice before cooking it. Ever.
Considered trying to break a bone so I don’t have to go on my work trip this week.
The only thing keeping me from starting an OnlyFans is that I don’t want my kids or their friends to find it.
considering moving jobs and cities just to get away from coworker that i’m falling in love with
I increasingly don’t want to talk to one of my best friends. They have ~something~ to say about anything I say. They have to devils advocate everything, and then when you give up and just agree, you’re still wrong and they’re still right. It’s exhausting. Like, can’t we just be silly gooses, saying silly things? Life is not that serious.
I send nudes to my guy friend. He likes it and I like his attention.
Clean crisp white sheets on the massage table and I started my cycle mid-massage. Mortified.
At a kids hotel with water slides and ugly people. Realize I may be too snob for that shit.
Went to my first ever ballet recently. Was so distracted by how tight the men’s tights were, and being able to clearly see the outline of everything under their tights, I didn’t really watch the rest of the show.
When visiting people’s homes, if I use the restroom, I will flip the toilet paper roll if it’s upside down. There’s only one way.
I’ve started dating my dream man, and his penis is too big. Like it does not fit or feel good for me when we have sex. But I’m absolutely falling in love with him.
I hate my boyfriend’s first name.
I rented a movie that I own the DVD of because I was too lazy to walk to the garage to grab my copy.
I hooked up with my high school volleyball coach two years after I graduated.
I have too many friends that I mostly keep around because they make me feel better about myself and my life.
I booked a solo trip to Ireland mostly in hopes of finding a man abroad.
My manager sexts me about all the ways he would pleasure me and I really want him to have his way with me. Think I might do it. Self care, right?
A drunk homeless man telling me I’m beautiful made me cry. I’ve been single too long.
Today, I went grocery shopping in person (instead of using Instacart) for the first time in four years.
Never thought I'd grow up to be a cougar.
A Trader Joe’s employee was struggling to pack lunch meat on the rack so I said “I can take one of those off your hands!” She turned around and in fact only had one hand.
I clean out under my nails with my very expensive earrings and I don’t care if you see me doing it.
I joined a sorority but I think it’s a cult.
I just ignored a call from a friend, but she was right behind me as I was filling my car with shame food. Never leaving home again.
I booked a whole vacation overseas just to confirm how well my boyfriend can travel and if I want to stay with him.
I’m considering filing a fake report at work to give me an excuse to talk to my work crush.
My husband found out I read gay hockey smut and I’m mad that now it will take him like five years to be comfortable watching hockey with me again.
I was a horse girl in a past life. A true Hannah Montana meets Miley Cyrus moment.
My boyfriend from middle school found me on Tinder and has turned my life into a romance novel and I'm not mad about it.
Once again told my hair stylist I’m using the professional products she suggests, but I’m really using cheap drug store stuff. She always tells me my hair is so healthy. Why fix what’s not broken, right?
Feeling guilty I won't be starting the revolution on Monday and instead will just be on Zoom calls to support the oligarchy.
My dad said my youngest sister looked “hot” and I nearly puked in an Erewon.
My coworker sends me nudes every Sunday night to get me ready for the week.
Didn’t get out of pajamas all day. Masturbated twice.
I’m able to read my boss’s email. That’s all.
i’m currently on weed.
Called in sick to work tomorrow, my coworkers all told me they could tell on Friday because of how bad I looked… I’m not actually sick I just wanted a day off.
Saw Paul Mescal in NY for his play. Didn’t get the autograph, but locking eyes with him is better than any scribble.
The only things that make me truly happy are my dog, working out, and being alone.
two boys complimented my nail colour today and it meant everything
I found a sex toy of my parents by accident and I want to move out tomorrow and throw up and cry and scream.