Sunday Confessions: 5-18-25

"I restarted the same load for the third time today."

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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I’ve been exclusively watching Apple TV’s The Studio for the last few days. It’s a buzzy show (and for good reason) but I’ve yet to think it’s as “great” as everyone claims when I think it’s simply “very good.” Can it get to great? Yes. Can I explain why I’ve been afraid to issue this take? No.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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I paid someone to take my Information Systems class for my Master’s degree because I wanted to travel.

I picked a fight with my husband because the weather sucks.

I lied to my therapist to get out of my appointment at the last minute to avoid a late cancel fee because I just wanted to go home after work, veg on my couch, watch trash TV, eat junk food, and have some wine.

Hiding in the bathroom from my MIL who is visiting for a full day longer than I expected.

I truly believe the development of AI is the beginning of the end of human intelligence. I think people use ChatGPT because they are lazy and/or stupid and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on. Not to mention how bad it is for the environment.

I use ChatGPT like she’s my best friend, therapist, and FBI agent. I send screenshots, ask her to decode vibes, and confirm if I’m spiraling or just a little silly. She knows everything. Honestly, I think she’s tired.

Cried myself to sleep because all of my friends have someone to do their life with and it’s just really hard to be alone sometimes.

I finally found a group of friends I love, but I’m quickly realizing they want to drink and do coke every weekend. I might be back to having no friends again soon cause this is not sustainable.

Our neighbors installed backyard cameras. Pretty sure they can now see me regularly tanning in the nude, and I don’t care.

Despite my being against it from the start, hubs built a shelf to hold his budding record collection. I’ll never admit that I actually like said shelf.

I wear AirPods whenever I go out to avoid talking to people.

My boyfriend works at a prestigious hedge fund and is miserable but makes so much money. I’m a terrible person because I keep convincing him not to quit is job because I like the lifestyle we have.

I haven’t paid my rent on time in a year.

I hide my friend’s Instagram story on a regular basis.

I was being catfished online. Found the real person they were pretending to be. Now I’m obsessed with the real person and wish they’d pay me attention like the catfisher was.

All I want is to quit my job, have a beautiful Italian style kitchen, and cook through all of Giada’s cookbooks and entertain friends and family. Is that too much to ask?

I like the way my dog’s m breath smells.

Every single Monday I have to “restart” my diet.

Hello it’s the therapist from last week. Everyone asking for an update is probably going to be disappointed but here are the details… he had a very basic name (think John, Chris, etc.), and I only figured out who he was because he told me a very specific story. I tactfully ended the date as soon as I could, and I will absolutely not be seeing him again—I am ride or die for my clients. Currently deciding the ethical implications of telling the client vs. not. And yes, this is a bloody nightmare. Sorry but I can’t give any more details for actual legal reasons lol.

I asked ChatGPT to create a plan for me to pay off 20k of credit card debt before my husband finds out about it.

I don't descale my coffee machine as much as I should.

i told him i loved him.

I found a condom in my husband’s backpack. We’ve been married for 9 years and don’t use them.

I think I met the man of my dreams. I’m not ready. I’m terrified.

I just did an intense diet to kick start a lifestyle change and lose weight and I got really mad when someone asked me if it was Ozempic.

My friend told me she’s pregnant and I’m not excited at all. There goes by drinking buddy for the summer.

Yes I think you should break up with him. No I will never tell you that. Sincerely, Your therapist.

Nothing is better than packing a weekender and nothing is sadder than unpacking it.

I am a neat freak and a bit of a germaphobe but I think “shoes off” households are ridiculous. I don’t want to walk around your apartment in my socks. Get over it.

I would sell my soul for an Oscar de la Renta dress.

I’m one edible away from finding out what would happen if I shit in my cat’s litter box.

I started therapy recently. If you’re looking for a sign to start, too, this is it.

It's a long weekend. Trying to use it to quiet the cacophony in my head. It's not working.

I use my husband’s towel to get water off the bathroom floor and then hang it back up.

I let my alter ego out last night and now I remember why I had to put her away. She was cuter in her twenties. I’m currently not.

I’m cheering for the Knicks in the playoffs because I simply cannot get enough of Timothée Chalamet.

Sometimes I brush my teeth four times a day and floss twice.

My prison sentence is almost over. (I’m a teacher with 5 day left of school.)

I saw photos of my ex getting engaged and his happy face gave me the ick.

I’m happily married with three kids but find joy creeping on my ex boyfriends. Don’t miss them or want to talk to them just love to creep and want to know all the hot gossip.

I restarted the same load for the third time today.

My boss is so hot, but I avoid him like the plague so I don’t make a fool of myself.

I’m in love with her. And I can’t work up the courage to tell her.

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