Confessions

I hate Christmas! Cards and gifts, wrapping & shipping, decorating inside & outside, extra cleaning & cooking.  Year end stuff at work, staff shortage due to illness and vacations,  boring luncheons & parties you can’t avoid. And all the extra birthdays and anniversaries caused by other people’s poor planning.  And to make it worse the weather is always miserable — freezing cold, icy roads, snow to be shoveled.
But it all over on Christmas day.  Oh, no!  Then the hard part starts. Taking down the ice covered decorations, thawing, cleaning them, fitting them back in boxes and getting them stored away again. Overflowing trash bins the garbage men can’t get to because the roads are so bad. Then more cleaning and catching up with things you had to put off. And then you have to pay the bills for all this fun.
It’s irritating,  exhausting, very expensive and for what? A couple of gifts you have to pretend you like but will never use. The happiest time of the year? Bah! The season to be jolly? Humbug!

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I think, like most things in life, you get it or you don’t. I am that way with life. At this point, past 50, I feel lost more than ever and really just want to die. Everything I do and everywhere I go all I see is ways I could kill myself. Keeping up my facade has become a chore.
…on to the holidays.

Forever lost

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I am sorry that you lost your job 2 weeks before Christmas due to me calling the store manager at his home.  I hope at the next convenience store you work at when a customer comes up to the counter to check out you don’t roll your eyes at them, huff, and tell the person on the other end of your cell phone “Hang on a minute I gots me a customer.” Anyway Happy Holidays to you and your family.

Satisfied customer

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I feel like I’m the only person on the planet not moving forward.
I am stuck in a life planned out by someone who could never understand anything related to me.
I feel helpless. And lost.

Les temps sont durs pour les reveurs.  (Times are hard for dreamers)

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I am 57.  I invested my retirement in a real estate company and lost everything.  Soon I will be totally broke.  I have spent the last 40 years working to pay everyone else’s bills.  My marriage is dying and when I am out of money I will be no use to my kids.  I am planning to disappear when the money is gone.  Just going to walk off and find some little town up north where I can see the mountains.  I don’t plan to let anyone know where I’ve gone.

Leaving

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I feel that my life is no longer complete, after finding out that I am virtually infertile.

A Selfish Man..

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People think I have it all together: good marriage, nice home, wealthy.  I’m nice to everyone and do my best to help others often. They don’t know how depressed I am. I have no close friends and no one to talk to. If I don’t make the arrangements myself, no one includes me in anything fun.  I cry myself to sleep most nights, trying to figure out what I’m doing wrong.

Sad Inside

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I like flirting. I like the give and take that happens between two people when there is a little sexual tension. But my idea of flirting is more like Cary Grant & Rosalind Russell from “His Gal Friday”. Smart. Quick. Funny. 
But nowadays I can’t indulge for fear that my harmless banter will be interrupted as ‘she wants to see my junk’. NO, I don’t. I just wanted to feel feminine and make you feel masculine. 

The Flirt

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I’m a divorced man and have voluntarily remained single since my divorce two years ago. I’ve known a married woman for a little over a year. I’ve known about her loveless marriage, I know why she stays (kids and financial security). I met her over a year ago but haven’t seen her since. Our minor communications have been through text messages every month or so and what we see on Facebook, though we rarely interact on Facebook.

Signed,
Accidental Lover

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Maybe this isn’t the juiciest confession, but I always feel like a man out of time. I despise most of modern culture and often feel that I would have felt right at home in the 1950’s.

I deplore most modern music, I think that most women are way too slutty, forward and sexually aggressive.  I’m not comfortable with sexuality being so open, especially on TV, I don’t get off on girl-on-girl stuff, and I don’t enjoy the modern code of morality (or lack of one) where lying and deception are just part of day-to-day communication (seemingly more so than in the past), and so many people laugh at the less fortunate or even the less attractive.

Too many movie stars have no class and their movies rely too much on gratuitous
 everything. The whiz-bang nature of modern media leaves me either overwhelmed or just bored with it all. I’m glad
 that some things have improved like race relations and women’s rights and I do enjoy the technology of computers
 and internet, but not the sheer amount of smut that’s at every turn. I’m not exactly a prude, but there use to be something special about a woman getting disrobed and now it’s just too common and ,pardon the pun, in your face. Yep, I’m a…

… Man out of time.

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