Sunday Confessions: 3-30-25

"Bought way too many scented candles this weekend."

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.

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Happy Monday to all. A little sunburned and a lot tired, I have to admit that I’m excited I got some sun rather than returning home from my trip completely pale. But maybe remind me of this next time I complain about the lines on my face getting worse and worse and worse.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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I can’t stop thinking about enchiladas.

Going on a trip with my MAGA friend will either be fine and fun or totally break a 20 year friendship.

I broke no contact and we had a three hour phone call that felt just like old times in the best way.

I slept with a coworker last week and I think we might actually be seeing each other for real now?

I’m obsessed with the new White Lotus theme song that I now have it on my Spotify and have listened to it on repeat.

I’m going to a pottery class solo and I’m going to drink some margaritas while I’m there.

I love my job but, I have the urge to quit it and be a full time writer with 100 pages written in a smut novel.

Hooked up for the second time with a guy I like although I think he’s gay.

I usually have no probem sharing my food or drinks but I find it disgusting when my husband drinks from my water bottle. I don't know why. I never tell him, but if I see him take a sip from it, he can have the whole thing for himself, I won't touch it until I wash it.

I just blew up my girlfriend’s bathroom and really hoping that candle helps me out before she goes in there.

Crashing out over a dude I had to convince myself was cute.

Vineyard Vines makes one hell of a tote bag.

I’ve come to the conclusion that most of my friends are toxic. I’m going to slowly drift away.

I feel like there are more adults that pick their nose than people would think.

Been following March Madness this year because my alma mater is in the running. Last night, dreamed that the coach of said team got me very, very pregnant, and I didn’t hate it. Woke up this morning feeling incredibly guilty, almost like I had actually cheated on my husband, with whom I am child free by choice. Guilt still hasn’t been shaken even hours later.

I mostly work from home, but sometimes I get dressed up and go in office just so my ex can see me.

I love flirting with married Mormon men to plant the idea that they leave the church. Inception.

I’m going to tell him I love him when I see him next.

I took 2 bottles of expensive red wine from my parents’ wine cellar to gift back to my Mum on Mother’s Day.

The latest Kendall Jenner insta pictures inspired me to get my butt back in shape.

The way I want a silver fox to impregnate me is unhealthy.

My road rage is getting a little out of hand.

on a vacation that i didn’t want to go on. she picked the destination, hotel, and duration. she has not stopped complaining. three days left.

Attorney. Drunk texted my client that I missed seeing him. Absolutely meant for him. But shouldn’t have said it.

Fully acknowledged this weekend that I’ve been chasing the cringey guy (but a good fuck). My friends nodded with that ‘Finally!’ look on their face. Yep. Awareness is a bitch.

I miss body glitter.

Man I took home from the bar last night had already unfollowed me on Instagram by 11 am Sunday.

Read for a full 12 hours this weekend. Books are better than friends.

I sprayed men’s cologne on my sweatshirt in attempt to make my gym crush jealous.

I just spent a week completely alone and it’s the most peace I’ve felt in my whole life. Contemplating Gone Girl’ing my entire life, but for actual real.

Bought way too many scented candles this weekend.

Goddamn. I want to go to Golden Corral and shove my face full of fried chicken and soft bread.

Wish I could hit a blunt with George W. Bush.

I will die if the man I met last weekend doesn’t text me tomorrow.

My husband flosses his teeth in our living room at night while he watches SportsCenter. Nothing turns me off more than the sound of him picking his teeth.

The White Lotus, a blunt, and a tiramisu cheesecake is calling my name.

I’d let Mads Mikkelsen do unspeakable things to me.

I wanna be a martini girly but I fucking hate olives.

Made out with someone in the dark, turned on the lights and I had gotten a nose bleed at some point during it — looked like a vampire.

I sold out and work in an industry that I view as unethical. I only stay for the money. I tell everyone I believe I’m making a difference but I don’t believe that.

Submitting my resignation in the morning for a better paycheck and a boss who won't copy all of my outfits.

Got Botox (Dysport, specifically) and I think it’s giving me headaches. I think I’m just going to suffer thru because I love not having forehead lines.

My friend trusted me to be in charge of seasoning a side dish and we were making and I added way too much salt. It was so bad but neither one of us said anything. I couldn’t believe I fucked it up so badly.

My mom asked me why people my generation aren’t out protesting. I didn’t have an answer for her, because I truly don’t know.

I don’t shower when I’m traveling. No matter the occasion. I can be walking in a city or swimming in the ocean and wash my face and call it clean. I tell myself it’s building my microbiome.

I was looking forward to TikTok being banned. It would’ve meant that I received more of my wife’s free time.

Watching the White Lotus female friend trio talk shit behind one another’s backs just makes me wonder if all my girlfriends do the same thing to me.

It brings me joy seeing Tesla going down the toilet and their stupid cars covered in Kraft singles.

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