What have you done that you're most ashamed of?

I didn't care good care of my brother when he was sick.

He had a phobia about doctors and hospitals, but if I forced him he would have gone.

I was so wrapped up with my own shitty life that I ignored him.

By the time I got him to the hospital he was too far gone and he died a few days later.

Don't ask.

Watching this season's American Idol.

Letting my roommate's dog suck my cock and ass multiple times.

Not having that second orgy with those hot frat boys

Stealing a one-night-stands wallet and taking off through the bathroom window.

Stepping on the ping pong ball during the semi-finals at the club.

I post on DL.

When I was 18 I was driving drunk and a dog ran out in the street and I ran it over. I didn't stop and my friend said, "Oh my god you fucked that dog up you don't want to see it." We never spoke of it again. 30 years later and it still haunts me. I can't even imagine what the family felt.

Cheated on my partner. Argued with my mother just before she died suddenly. Been an addict (alcohol primarily).

R10 Add "didn't understand the word most."

Didn't take care of a family member when I had every ability to do so. He died a miserable death.

Can you elaborate R12?

Drinking too much and getting a DUI.

When I used to drink I became an incredible asshole. There's a lot I can't remember about those times but the ones I do remember make me wince to think about.

I have acted like a self absorbed asshole. I’m vain. I’ve cheated.

My Uncle lived alone, and far out of the city. I was a senior in high school and stupidly busy with ridiculous stuff. My grandmother would ask me to go check on him (he let his phone get disconnected, and this was before cell phones). My grandmother could not drive, so she relied on me. I lied and told her I had checked on him when I didn't. I waited a couple of days to go check on him and when I pulled up to his driveway there was an ambulance and neighbors around. He had died a few days before, and the next-door neighbor let himself in to check on him and found him. I was horrified. Not only did I have to call my grandmother and tell her that he had died. I also had to confess that I was an asshole and didn't really check on him the day she called and asked.

R12/R17 you were a kid. Too many times kids are expected to take on adult roles when they should not have to.

Fapped to some tranny porn

Had a short but torrid affair with a minister about 40 years ago. I was in my mid 20s and was in his mid 40's. Thankfully he wasn't married. But this happened before I became enlightened to the frauds that religion and the notion of a higher power are. I suffered tremendous guilt every time we'd get together, but good gravy was he ever sex crazed, in a good way.

R20, I can totally understand why that must mess with your head a bit but I hope you don't feel shame about it now. Unless he made you recite Bible verse while he was screwing you, or coerced you into doing things that you felt were degrading, it was pretty much consensual sex. That he was a minister and being a hypocrite has nothing to do with you.

I hope you've had a more fulfilling relationship since then.

R10 and R12 I feel your pain.

I wasn't exactly a "bully" in school, but I could have treated others better than I did. I understand now that everyone has their own shit to deal with and the last thing they need is for someone else to make it worse.

As far as misdeeds? I stole from a few workplaces. And while I didn't do anything illegal or super crazy, I regret some of the behavior I had with a guy I was in love with in my 20s. It was just not my best life, let's say that. I was a little shit stirrer.

I *regret* that I didn't make it home before my mother died. I had a visit planned and while we knew she was sick, she did die suddenly a week before I was slated to make my trip. Not ashamed, but it will remain a regret for me, though we were on very good terms.

In my twenties, a hot Italian guy I knew confessed he committed a felony and asked me to hide some evidence (a gun). I knew other members of his family better than I did him, but agreed, as an excuse to get closer to him. Then it dawned on me that I could blackmail him into doing things I wanted. Those things usually consisted of his perfect cock in my mouth. He acted like he didn't like it, but his moaning orgasms said different.

It stopped when he came over drunk one night and threatened to kill me unless I gave him the gun back. I thought he would use it on me, so I told him I had it in a safe-deposit box and would mail it to him (a lie). I sent it to him a few days later. The dick was good, but I'm ashamed of how I went about getting it.

Used to go through friend's medicine cabinets and steal opiates. Once, I saw a friend had a refill left on some Vicodin. I called it in, and picked it up pretending to be him.

This was in 2009 before they started cracking down on opioids. It would be impossible to do now.

The DL twist is that my friend was 11 years younger than me, and when picking up prescriptions from Rite Aid, they ask your DOB. I got away with it.

My boyfriend at the time wanted to go to the casino, I had keys to the store I was working at, and I took $1,000 out of the deposit bag. Thankfully he won a lot of money that night, and when I went to open the next day and take the money to the bank, I was able to put it back with out being discovered. I felt like such a scumbag.

I used to stay the night at a friends house often when I was a teen, The friends dad used to come into the spare room and "molest" me while I pretended to sleep. I loved every second of it, but looking back I feel shame for enjoying it so much.

I was dealing coke in Tampa in the early 80s and I went to a motel to drop off some stuff . There were 2 guys in their 30s, and they had some kid in their motel room that was all of 12 . He could have very well been a 18 year old hustler that looked 12,but Ive always felt bad that I didnt go call the cops. It was a seedy underworld I played in back then.

"Letting" R4? He sought out your cock on his own? If so, the roommate had already trained it. Or was there peanut butter involved? And exactly how far did it go?

I’m a gambling addict. I’m ashamed of all the money I’ve thrown away.

Don't ask.

Ditto.

Where do I begin... it's so hard to pick a favorite out of the pile. During my senior year in college, I was a junkie & skilled at finding veins for novices. I shot up a freshman and he almost died.

I was raped at a Taco Bell. It was just awful. I still feel filthy, just filthy from it.

I used to have sex for money.

r34 Big deal. Most of DL hires tricks regularly

Not really ashamed but I have some regret. My husband died and I inherited property money and stocks. One of my siblings who always treated me like shit called me up. She called me up because she heard that I had the money.

Now the sibling was always dramatic AF. I think she was possibly post traumatic stress disordered and possibly borderline personality disordered.

I wasn’t having it I wanted her to sincerely apologize for being a crazy bitch and treating me like shit she gave a half assed insincere fake apology I told her to enjoy her life.

One year later she was found dead in her sleep and I was wondering if money would have made a difference in her life I think not so I have regret not really ashamed; that s the closest I’ve got.

And I didn’t pay for her funeral I let other family members do that she really hated me so there you go.

I’m ashamed I wasn’t there for my terminally ill aunt during her last months. I was emotionally and physically exhausted and just felt like I didn’t have anything to give. I had tried my best for eight years but her health went downhill fast. All she wanted was someone to sit with her and talk and watch tv. I felt like I would always be able to in a few days or next week. Now I’d give anything to watch ridiculousness with her or hear her voice.

I told a white lie about my weight.

I said I weighed 250 pounds but I actually weigh one metric tonne.

My cat meowed at me and I ignored her until she finally retreated and went to sleep in her box (right next to her soft comfy bed)

R28

Letting probably wasn't a word I should've used. I put peanut butter on my cock and asshole for the dog to lick. I never penetrated the dog. I did suck his cock a few times and jerked him off quite a bit.

R40=Erna

Bought a turquoise belt, otherwise not a thing.

R42- LOL

usually a Chinese buffet is involved.

I drained my pasta

I didn't cut my parents out of my life when I found out they voted for Trump!

I am truly ashamed of myself.

Ditto to r16.

And worse, in my mother's last days.

Shame bump

Ewww, you sucked a dog's cock? Ewwwww!

[quote]I never penetrated the dog. I did suck his cock a few times and jerked him off quite a bit.

I threw up in my mouth a little.

[R12]/[R17] you were a kid. Too many times kids are expected to take on adult roles when they should not have to.

A high school senior is not a kid. The poster acknowledged that they could have easily done what their GM asked, which was at minimum to check on the guy.

R51 your opinion will matter more when you learn how to correctly quote.

I jerked off in my car watching a cute Asian guy do Tai Chi while wearing nothing but shorts.

[quote][R51] your opinion will matter when you learn how to correctly quote.

And here's how you do it.

Type [ quote] in front of what you want to quote. Remove the space between the left bracket and the 'q'. Hit "enter" twice to end quoting function. Do not type [ /quote].

I walked out of a blind date at intermission in a play after saying I was going to the restroom. I was so repulsed by him. I was very young and just felt like I had to get away. I should have told him something, of course. I never saw or heard from him again, but I still feel bad about it.

What repulsed you so, r55?

Treating my boyfriend like shit on his birthday that I made him cry.

I used to call pay phones in the neighborhood looking for pickups.

I took money from my job because I was so broke and they paid me crap. I had bills to pay.

[quote]I used to call pay phones in the neighborhood looking for pickups.

Were the phone booths close enough you could see who picked up the phone?

I was on a jury when I was in college. It was a rape case.

When we went back to the jury room a woman said, "I'm sorry, but that sister should be down on her knees and thanking that man for raping her. That girl would NEVER get anything that fine any other way."

Instead of rebuking her, I remained silent. And let it influence my opinion. I wasn't the only one apparently.

Now, I would be appalled by what she said.

Getting drunk with my straight best friend and making out with her in high school. I’m sure she felt like she couldn’t say no.

Had a short affair with a married (to a woman) man, while I was in a LTR with a man.

Having married a woman while knowing full well that I was gay.

We divorced when I had the courage to come out to her three years later. The year after was just horribly emotionally for both of us.

That I haven't come out at work yet.

I did a lot of things on coke I'm ashamed of.

I had a 'friends with benefits' situation a couple years ago, and I could clearly tell the other guy was getting invested deeply - emotionally speaking. I was not at all. I was fine to fuck, then 'see you a few days later at the party!' and it honestly meant nothing. I could turn it off, had no jealousy, etc. I could sense that wasn't the same for him, and I still kept just fucking around for a few months until finally he really freaked out, and blew up with emotions/hurt, etc. Obviously we stopped it all then, but I was callous, and he was/is an incredibly nice guy. I was 100% thinking with my dick. I regret hurting him - our friendship has turned into awkward acquaintance now.

I once met a guy visiting NYC at a bar. Sort of tipsy, we both agreed to go to my place. We took the subway uptown to my apartment and both fell asleep on it.

As I woke up, we were nearing my stop. I was sobering up and decided I really didn't want him over. He was still sleeping, so I just got off at my stop without waking him.

A few stops later and he would be in the South Bronx

[quote] I did a lot of things on coke I'm ashamed of.

Not ashamed at all of the stuff I"ve done on meth

Using coke in my early 40s!

R67 for some reason your story made me LOL. Thanks, R7 - nothing like a good Auntie Mame quote- I needed that today. As far as what I've done? So many things. Probably one of the worst was telling the CEO of a company I work for that the director of my department violated a clients' CDA and getting him fired. He did violate it, although it was kind of splitting hairs and I embellished a little cause I hated the guy.

R70, actually that event made me laugh for a long time. Then, I felt bad about doing it particularly after a friend of mine got off at the wrong stop in Harlem and was beaten up.

Sending a box from PoopSender.com to my ex's mom

Using coke with rentboys in my mid-50s!

r53 = Connor Jessup

Murder!

As a 13-year-old, convinced another 13-year-old kid in the neighborhood to let me suck his huge cock. We were in the same gym class and I had seen him naked in the showers. He enjoyed it, but felt guilty afterwards. I told him if he didn't let me continue sucking him, I'd tell his family. He panicked and let me suck him off every day for the entire summer. Today, he's a grandfather and a hot silver daddy in his sixties, but he pretends he doesn't know me whenever we run into each other.

That dog is lucky Erna is a bottom.

0/10 r76

Getting blacked out drunk and waking up in a hospital. And not quitting for another year.

I've eaten raw cookie dough. I've also been known to run under a sprinkler without a bathing cap. I can see the shame in your eyes. Please stop looking at me like that.

"I’m a gambling addict. I’m ashamed of all the money I’ve thrown away."

Same, it's a horrible addiction.

R76 Seems you could now tell him that you’ll tell his children/grandchildren if he doesn’t pony-up.

I love you R82.

[R59] re: the pay phones - no, I couldn't see. I just called ones around the neighborhood to see who'd pick up.

R49 Yes.

R50 Agreed.

None of these acts seems particularly egregious to me. Just human nature.

You've all been absolved.

Not really ashamed but saddened by. I had a step-parent who I was somewhat close to. She was always very kind to me and supportive. Lived in another city but we would talk about once a month or text. She had lung cancer a few years ago, had surgery, and afterwards said that they "got it all." I found out last year that she was a huge Trump supporter. No, I did not know for a long time because we just never discussed politics. But she started posting "Trump 2020" and "God bless our president" shit on her FB page. I was appalled. So I drew back. Stopped calling. Would answer calls (and be cordial) when she would call me but try to keep it short. Things shifted for me after that. I was never rude to her on the phone but she must have detected that something was up. We never discussed it. I just did not want to. She was in her 70's, after all. This year her cancer came back with a vengeance and her decline was very swift. I had no idea. She never let me know. No one let me know. Which isn't surprising because she was VERY private and she did this with many other people (kept the relapse news from them) I found out later. She died. I got a call from another relative the morning after she died. And I am still confused. I never got to say goodbye but I also don't feel guilty for how I handled myself with the situation. I could not have saved her, of course, but how bizarre that it turned out that way. I pulled back because she was a Trump lover and then....she died. Ugh.

Gambling. Lost a fortune. Now I'm 62, no savings of any kind, living paycheck to paycheck, knowing I'll have to work till Im 70 before I can retire. No one to blame but myself.

At least she can't vote for him again, R87. Take solace in that.

R89 is awesome

R56 He had horrible acne and was short & pudgy. I never should have accepted the date. He had been calling me telling me he had seen me around and wanted to go out with me. He was nice on the phone, but I didn’t know who he was. I should have checked first before accepting the date. Told you I was ashamed.

Thanks, R90. Just trying to help.

R88, how much did you lose? How did you do it? Slots?

This is how:

Fucking worse addiction to gamble. Ive gone 1week so far without putting a cent in a machine. slow progress, but I have to kick this nasty habit. blown thru money.

I once watched a video of a compulsive gambler, and he seemed like he was in a hypnotic state while at gambling table.

Not a thing that troubles my sleep any, OP.

I'm so ashamed I can't even confess the details anonymously, but it involved sex, as did all my other truly stupid and humiliating moments.

In a moment of some foolishness, I posed for some racy pictures I took on my iPhone. I am convinced, however, they will never see the light of day.

I let Aaron Schock put his hand down my pants at a festival, and now I'm on the Internet.

r58 I, too, did the payphone thing though I am not the least bit ashamed or embarrassed by it.

I had many quick hook ups that way but I also met a very good looking guy and we've been hooking up a couple of times a month for the last 19 years.

There was a pay phone along the main road near my childhood home in the 1960s, visible from the house. Trucks would often pull up and if I saw that the driver was hot, I would call. Over the years, I had roughly a dozen drivers leave their trucks idling while they walked over for a quick blow and go.

How much did I lose? Dunno. I'm going back some 25 years. At points I did well on slots; I once hit for $32,000 on a slot. But for the past dozen years it's been scratch tickets. I only buy $25 tickets. I'll spend $600 a clip , maybe winning$50. But i can't stop - I just KNOW the next ticket is a winner! Overall, I've probably dropped low six figures.

I once lost $20 in a Connecticut casino in about 2 minutes and I thought, “WTF? This sucks!” So, I don’t gamble, except when I get my haircut every few weeks, I buy $10 in lottery tickets.

That's what you're most ashamed of, r103?

More sex related stories of regret, please.

I paid an escort to suck him off and he asked me to fuck him and sort of implied that the rate would go up. I came in his ass and he demanded the extra money but I left.

I catfished a few people I know on Grindr to see their dick pics and hear their fantasies.

Falling in love and not have it returned.

Turned on a friend and harassed him for being effeminate in 6th grade.

Tell us, R97. You'll feel better.

I'm deeply ashamed of my diaper fetish.

I'm deeply ashamed of my diaper rash.

r111=Sen. David "Diaper Dave" Vitter (R-LA)

I was thrown out of an unauthorized Elvis Presley fan club.

I'll try to pick up the pieces and go on with my life.

I went to Circuit City to buy the Glitter Soundtrack. On 9/11.

Cheated on a partner I was living with for eight months.

Purchased Xanax, Ambien and codeine online between 2006-2013.

In 1987, I ate all the Frusen Glädjé.

I gave an ungracious acceptance speech when I won a Tony for The Ritz and have been sick about it ever since.

When I was a kid in high school, like most Catholic schools at the time, they had us selling chocolate bars to raise funds.

Each student had to take a minimum of 20 bars. I ate all of them myself then told my parents someone stole them from my bag after school.

My father was out of work and the family was really broke so my father had to borrow the money from my uncle, which my father absolutely hated doing, to pay the school.

POSTED ON DATALOUNGE .

R119, What year was this? How much could 20 chocolate bars have cost?

1986 R121. They were $3 each bar.

R119, were you a great big fat kid? Did you eat the bars all at once?

I got very wasted when I was about 19 and with a bunch of friends, we pushed over some gravestones. What a shitty thing to do. I am sorry.

When we were 16, my friend and I went door to door collecting money for a charity run... but we kept the money.

It was only about $50 each, if that, but still...

Yes R123 I was a lardass. I ate them from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning.

I made a big deal of getting ready to go out and sell them and being shocked that they were missing from my bag.

Shame bump.

You don't think your parents kinda knew, R126?

Awww, R128 made me snicker. And now I am ashamed.

I went home with a troll when I was wasted once.

OP When I was around 9 or 10 a few times I would steal 12 cents from my monther's purse to buy a comic book. Not as despicable as what you did, but still not nice.

Jesus Christ...12 cents for a comic book?!?! What was it, 1930? Congratulations on hitting the century mark and still being coherent enough to be able to sign on to the internet.

[quote]Not a thing that troubles my sleep any, OP. Mrs. Patsy Ramsey

I did damage the carpet in the basement that one time.

(And I gave birth to a fat, little no-talent whore.)

Drank booze in my sister's house when I was staying with her on the condition I wouldn't drink. She confronted me and it was not fun at all.

Attributed an asshole remark to someone who didn't make one and made him look bad.

Trying to be a nicer person and wish it came naturally. I am too suspicious, sarcastic and unfriendly.

[quote] Trying to be a nicer person and wish it came naturally. I am too suspicious, sarcastic and unfriendly

And too much of an alkie, don't forget that!

I once fed pork to a orthodox Muslim by calling it beef

LOL, R136. Was that fairly recent, or like 10+ years ago? More importantly, was it nastily deliberate, or a mistake?

As a teen, I used to babysit a Jewish kid. I didn't know anything about Judaism at the time (still don't, lol) and one night, when I made the boy's school lunch for the next day, I mistakenly gave him both milk and meat (a bologna sandwich). The poor kid apparently cried his eyes out at school :'(

Watched the entire Tonys broadcast tonight.

Bump

If anyone is feeling guilty, remember: you can redeem yourself by doing good things/following the right path, now and in the future. It’s all about the big picture. Don’t judge a man’s whole life by his worst day. Learn from your mistakes and try to be better.

[quote] If anyone is feeling guilty, remember: you can redeem yourself by doing good things/following the right path, now and in the future. It’s all about the big picture. Don’t judge a man’s whole life by his worst day. Learn from your mistakes and try to be better.

Thank you, Father. Now can I pull my pants up?

I’m sort of ashamed that I don’t care about my biological father at all. He was not a dad, he was gone by the time I was two, I barely remember him, he treated my mother like garbage and yet I feel guilty that I don’t respond to his attempts have a relationship with me. In addition to not liking him, I don’t want to be on the hook financially for his care. He texted me about three weeks ago and asked, ‘How about I come down on Fathers Day”? I said no & blocked his number. It’s been 57 fucking years. Die already you fucking perv, I hate you.

Years ago on my 1st job I laughed at and gossipped about a woman who had obvious issues. She committed suicide and we later found out she'd had a horrific childhood.

Although I never mistreated her to her face I participated in the gossiping. Always felt bad about that...

Too much to count. There's a joy division lyric that sums it up for me "I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through, I'm ashamed of the person I am ". I really let nihilism take over my life for many years.

R142, you truly have nothing to be ashamed about. He lost his chance to be your dad when you were a toddler and he removed himself from your life. Choices have consequences, and now he's suffering the results of his.

I've posted this many times before: my dad was an abusive, alcoholic piece of shit who beat my mother so bad she has permanent jaw damage. He also spanked us kids frequently and violently, with a thick leather belt on our bare asses, for such unforgiveable transgressions as accidentally spilling a glass of milk at the dinner table (I couldn't sit down comfortably for two days after that one). There was also an attempted molestation incident when I was 11 (I'd started puberty three years earlier), but by that point I wasnt having any of his shit and I fought my way free.

Twenty years later, he tried to rekindle our relationship, but I saw nothing of value in it (he wouldn't even take responsiblity for his actions ffs, blaming the alcohol like the weak loser he always was) so I didn't bother. Tough shit, asshole, sucks to be you!

My life seems to be nothing but regrets sometimes.

R40 did you send him flowers the following day? Dogwood?

R147

The morning after was surprisingly not awkward.

I once mailed a box of dog shit to my boss which I now deeply regret.

I was friended. On Facebook by a couple people I treated poorly as a child, and haven’t seen since. I don’t know why they friended me. I make an effort to wish them happy birthday.every year and “like” their posts.

I've been taking part in a gang-up to destroy this woman's blog, and keep her from making money via stealing all her keywords, ideas, and post titles, obliterating her SEO, going on 6 or 7 years now. We even stalk her on pinterest so we can flood pins from her site down when she pins them to group boards. The thing is, I don't know her, I just know if I don't take part, I won't reap the benefits of all the money and success I've gotten out of it from the big bloggers who help and link my site, because I'm taking part in it. I feel like shit.

R151 that's pretty cruel, actually. Who is it, so we can tell her?

[quote] At least she can't vote for him again, [R87]. Take solace in that.

Not so fast Comrade, We have a plan to have Comrade McConnel to propose legislation allowing dead republicans to vote.

[quote] I've been taking part in a gang-up to destroy this woman's blog, and keep her from making money via stealing all her keywords, ideas, and post titles, obliterating her SEO, going on 6 or 7 years now. We even stalk her on pinterest so we can flood pins from her site down when she pins them to group boards. The thing is, I don't know her, I just know if I don't take part, I won't reap the benefits of all the money and success I've gotten out of it from the big bloggers who help and link my site, because I'm taking part in it. I feel like shit.

I suggest you find a way to stop doing that and alert this woman that she is the victim of this cooridanted attack. Honestly, participating in this could have consequences that would be pretty difficult to live with. 7 years? What did this woman do to "deserve " this.

Please stop. Alert her to what is going on and help her stop it.

I started the Queer Enby Marries Third Partner threads and got a 3 month ban from DL.

r151 you sound like a sadist and/or sociopath

I FF all the duplicate and triplicate threads on DL.

I am ashamed of myself for not telling this guy that I liked him when all the signs that he liked me where there. Oh he confused me soooo much, but in the end his eyes and smile said it all. I was never braved enough and now we have awkwardly shifted apart. No idea why I am so ashamed of this, it just hangs over me like a ghost. Oh and this was like a year ago or so.

I broke up with a guy because he was HIV+ and I was constantly terrified the few times we had sex so I had to call it quits.

Kompramat thread.

I'm ashamed of stealing a ton of things from supermarkets, 3 wallets. art utensils, 2 water bottles, a sketchbook, a notepad...

I never told anyone about how violent and abusive my mother was to me, even though living with her felt like living with a cannibal. My father wouldn't listen. I was too ashamed to tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to know I had a crazy family. I protected them instead of protecting myself, but it wasn't from love. I suppose it was from a sense of loyalty.

I admit it. I have no clue or understanding re r151 and what they are doing re the woman’s blog. Can someone splain?

Same here r162. I’m ashamed that it still affects me and I’m worried that it’s ruined my personality. That I’ll never be successful at anything because I don’t have the mental toughness to overcome my mentally ill family.

I feel shame about home much I can’t stand them.

*how much.

I can relate r162, but with my father

R163, I'm guessing that they watch to see what she posts, then the group of them also post using similar or identical titles, keywords, and phrases. They then link to each other's posts, giving them a boost in "SEO," which stands for "Search Engine Optimization." So if someone does a web search for those topics, titles, keywords, or phrases, they won't see that woman's blog; they'll see all of theirs instead. The deeper they can bury her posts, the less popular her blog becomes.

On the Pinterest front, they're downvoting what she's pinning to the group boards there, essentially doing the same thing: burying her work so that fewer people will see it.

It sounds like R151 is doing it because he's reaping the benefit of those other bloggers and posters linking to his stuff. He's benefiting financially from the work he's doing to deny the woman the benefit of her own creative work.

I'm probably most ashamed of dating a girl in high school and for a couple of years after, even though I knew that I was gay. It was horribly unfair to her. And when we broke up, I didn't even have the guts to tell her why.

Thanks, r167!!

I was in my early 20s and on a date at a bar/ restaurant/ pool hall. I wasn't into the guy but he was a few years older than I was, and definitely had more money than I did. After racking up over a hundred dollars on our tab, I excused myself to the restroom and kept walking, right out the back door. Never saw him again.

r170 that reminds me ... when I was in my mid-20s, I was in a crowded bar. I wanted a couple dollars to play the jukebox. An older guy shoved some money in my hand and walked away.

I assume he thought he gave me ones. In the middle of the wad, there was a 50. I should have given it back to him -- I'm sure it was a mistake -- but I was working a shit job and at the time $50 was a lot of money to me.

I still think of that and feel bad.

[R154] She does know. She's constantly changing everything taken from her, but then we take whatever she changed it to. Her SEO is shot. As far as what she did, she was kind of elusive, didn't follow the crowd or the hierarchy, like everyone else does, just did what she wanted, and I think that bugged some. One of them befriended her, and when she went away sick for a while, started telling people that she thought she was one of the posters on a site that trashes bloggers. She said she wasn't, but apparently when you're not part of the crowd, it was easy to point fingers. Truth be told, I've read some of the stuff and it doesn't really match up to her, but I go along with what an "evil" person she is, another reason I feel like shit. No one doing this to her knows her, although she was acquaintances with some smaller bloggers, who joined in on the gang-up because it was their ticket to the success they couldn't achieve on their own, like mine. The money I'm making is just too good. My partner and I have also been able to travel, free of charge, to some amazing locales because of the great sponsors they've sent my way. I know, I'm disgusting.

[156] If I was a sadist or sociopath I wouldn't feel like shit doing this.

Can’t even say. It’s that awful.

Question - how do you deal with the shame (or guilt, if you have harmed someone), if there is no way of undoing the situation?

You can tell us, R173. It's anonymous. Maybe it will help to get it off your chest.

I should have taken a leave of absence to help my mom care for my dad. I should have been a better advocate for my mom when she was in the hospital.

I did not keep in touch with old friends.

R172 let me guess : this group of bloggers are beauty and or skincare bloggers right? There is nothing too petty for these overly painted cunts to go postal over. Or perhaps fashion bloggers?

[R178] No.

I admit to pursuing several straight guys well beyond their comfort levels but my libido would not be denied. If I could take back a half-dozen boneheaded boner-induced actions my reveries would be less stressful.

My mom tried to call me the night before she died but I didn't take the call because I was on some stupid date with a stranger I met online and she left me a voicemail asking me to call her. I never got the chance.

My brother did the same thing, r181.

[quote][156] If I was a sadist or sociopath I wouldn't feel like shit doing this.

R151/R172 is the only poster who is systematically and deliberately working on causing harm to another person. Not only that, he is doing it for personal gain.

Saying that "he feels like shit" means nothing, as the feeling does not propel him to adjust his behavior. He is clearly a person without a conscience.

R183 I am stopping. I'd rather be shunned by these crazy bitches than continue to destroy this woman. I've learned my lesson. No amount of money is worth it. I know my karma is going to be ugly.

Isn't it illegal to harass someone on line in a way that damages their business? Or, at least, couldn't the victim sue? (Perhaps your online associates should pay attention to the news from Oberlin, OH.) It seems to me there's plenty of reason to stop - first, out of human decency, but second out of self-protection from legal consequences.

Turning down hot men because I thought I could do better, since I was pretty hot myself. Now I'm middle-aged, fat, and jowly and kicking myself for the ones that got away.

I shit in some submissive guy’s mouth. It wasn’t even a firm shit, it was liquid. Yet he wanted it. It was ghastly yet I got off on dominating the guy.

R185 I know, although the big blogger ring leaders seem to think they're untouchable. I'm pretty sure chasing her around on pinterest could get us arrested, and it always scared me, but these women have connections everywhere. I heard she contacted pinterest about it and they did nothing. As for us taking her keywords, memories reworded, ideas et al, what can the law do? There's no direct plagiarism. We were all very careful about that.

Creating theDataLounge. Well, that and the avocado velour pullover I liked so much in 7th grade.

You're terrible, Muriel.

Here are a few things to consider for the most depraved among us:

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I baked some shit into a chocolate cake and offered it to my back-stabbing co-workers.

I'm relieved no-one got sick.

I dated a guy at 20 for around 3 months who wasn’t fully out to the uncle he lived with. I was also closeted at the time. I wasn’t really interested in dating and emotional connection at the time - but AIDS scared me into minimizing sexual partners. It was a safety issue.

One night I picked him up and he started complaining that I was late. I just didn’t want to deal with conflict - I just wanted to have sex (with a hot guy BTW). He kept wanting to argue and have me admit I was wrong. I got pissed, turned the car around and said get out in front of his building - just as his uncle was coming out of the building. He begged me to drive up the block so he wouldn’t be caught. But I was so emotionally shut down and just wanted to rid myself of him - I insisted he get out of the car. Never called him again.

Closet is filled with shameful things. But one good came of it - I learned that I needed to connect with guys and have real relationships - not just sex. The guilt made me commit more fully emotionally to my next boyfriend.

Similar, R193...I put some cat shit in my horrible French landlady's pot of mustard. Bon appetit, espece de con!

R142 well, good for you Ms. Neil. For what it’s worth I don’t like my father either, and he’s been pleasant, in the same house and happily married to my mother all the while.

You’re in the wrong thread though if you don’t feel any shame (not that you ought) and don’t want to confess any, Elle.

R193 and R195 ... what lovely people you are.

Thanks, R197! As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold...with mustard.

And with a sprinkling of poop.

R162 Same deal for me. Haven't spoken to her in years bc of it, and never will again.

My neighbors across the street used to watch me all the time, including Tuesdays when my parents went to their bowling league. I was definitely old enough to be home alone but I would insist on going over there because they had the Playboy channel. I would sneak and watch the soft core porn while humping their couch pillows.

Classy.

Shame...(bell ring)…

Shame...(bell ring)…

Shame

I bullied a girl with autism at school. I think it was mostly just to make others laugh to be honest and draw attention away from myself (I was pretty weird too). I still feel bad to this day and hope she's doing well in life.

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I was a teenager who hadn't been driving very long, and I ran over a dog that was just sitting in the middle of a dark road. I suppose I was distracted and only noticed it when it was too late to stop. I was too freaked out and upset to get out of the car. Just wanted to pretend like nothing happened. I hope it didn't suffer. I adore dogs more than almost anything else in the world and it haunts me to this day.

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I married a carbunckle in fat pants.

I got someone fired only because I took an immediate dislike to him. I was part of hides interview process, but came down as the only “no.” Met him a second time on his first Monday and again did not enjoy him. Thursday comes and a colleague in an office adjacent to his heard him talking with a friend and saying things vaguely derogatory about our firm. My colleague told me and I pushed him hard to report it to HR, positioning those vague statements as more specific the entire time. I then called our boss and relayed the whole thing as though HR hadn’t been called. The two came together and he was escorted from the building that afternoon. My HR reporting colleague felt terrible and knew I’d blown it up. Only after he was gone did I learn he has a wife and two children to support.

Ran for president and won by malfeasance.

I voted for Nixon.

A really nice guy applied for a job at our firm. He was very qualified and a cordial guy. I was part of his interview panel.

He got the job and we were put on the same team. I quickly learned that he was a Trump supporter and wasn’t very supportive of gays, although his brother in law was gay.

I worked hard to convince him that a job opening in another company was perfect for him. He took it, but within a month, he knew he hated it and wanted to come back to our company. While my boss was open to his returning, I did all I could to block it.

So now he’s stuck in a miserable job.

I sort of feel bad because I’ve focused all my anger about Trump on him, but he’s a deplorable afterall.

I have a husband whom I love but has a tiny cock. About once a year, I tell him I’m going away on business but actually attend a drug fueled orgy where I get fucked by at least 10 guys.

The rest of the year I’m fine with the small cock

were his vaguely derogatory statements true, r208?

As a gay man, I don't sympathize with someone more when they get fired because "he has a wife and two children to support." Gay people have lives to support, too, and for most of my life, it wasn't my fault I couldn't get married.

R212 MARY!

It suffered, R205.

It fucking suffered.

You fucking killed a dog and you're such a shithole you couldn't be bothered to check.

Karma, shithole.

Karma.

My shame is mostly debt/money related.

When I was poor and almost homeless after coming out I owed several people I roomed with money - ran up a rent debt here, a phone bill there. I wish I could find them now and pay them back.

I stole food from a lot of my jobs, but I'm ashamed of the few times I stole money.

I was ashamed at the way I behaved around the first man I was in love with - mostly at the person I was around him (very insecure) and also because wow, he turned out to be a bag of shit narcissist.

R205 Just tell them an intruder ran over the dog. It worked for us!

[quote]I wish I could find them now and pay them back.

How hard have you tried?

When I was on Facebook this(former)friend would send me invites to these private groups he belonged to were guys would swap nude photos and videos of themselves but after he pissed me off I began reporting his photos and eventually got him kicked off of Facebook.

During a bipolar moment, I cursed out a coworker and alienated an entire group of coworkers.

R219 I have tried several times. One was HIV+ in the mid 1990s and I have looked several times for them, I'm just not sure if they are still alive.

I had a lead on another person but hadn't spoken to him in 20 years and I think when he saw my email, he was like, "Oh....is this that bitch that owes me $100?" So I can understand why he might not want to reply.

What I have alternately been doing is donating to groups that help LGBT youth. I got a helping hand from people, would like to do the same for others.

When I was 25 and still convinced I was bisexual I married a woman who admitted she had sexual experiences with other women before we met. We were both very open and honest about it from the beginning so it seemed like a good fit. Unfortunately I was also an untreated bi-polar, alcoholic mess and after 7 years she finally threw me out and divorced me. Sadly she is one of only two people I have ever truly loved and I put that women through hell.

Interesting side note: In the mid to late 80's she fucked a well known musician from a VERY famous LA based rock band.

And I don't need any Oh Dears from any of you grammar Nazis.

What group? Everyone fucked Slash.

On that topic, R203, I wish I had stood up for people who were bullied or given a hard time by others at school.

^^ One was a teacher, and my reasoning was that an adult should be able to sort it out, which was somewhere between naive and disingenuous. I was a mess and didn't want a part of anyone else's problems.

[QUOTE] I voted for Nixon.

God you’re old

Murder, most foul!

Not Guns N' Roses R225 but close.

Yes. Post on DL. That’s why I’m anon.

Here are a few lovelies: I shoplifted in my teens sometimes. Played hookie a little. Lied to my classmates that I met Paul McCartney at a local ice cream shop when I was in 6th grade. Stole money from my dad’s money clip late at night. Stole bottles of Pouilly-Fuisse from my dad’s wine cellar. I could go on. Well-to-do parents don’t pay much attention to their kids. But I was never mean, just a skewed moral compass. Maybe some narcissism.

Wow R232. I can't believe you can live with yourself after doing all those horrible things. Did you prank call the local bar and ask if Mike Hunt was there?

What a great idea. Is it too late in my social development? I think not. Excuse me for a moment.

I was obsessed with the movie "Clue" as a child and someone in my family thought it was a good idea to give me a "toy" noose as a birthday present. I watched the movie one night with my friends, we started to play around and suddenly I put the noose around one of their necks and tightened it a little. Of course he didn't die or was even injured, but it scared him to death. The other friend told on me to his parents. We eventually made up after our parents intervened but I still think about it sometimes.

To the one hurting the blogger; how did you as a group decide to come together to plot against this woman? You are truly evil. You might as well not stop because it won’t do you any good. You’re evil and that’s all you’ll ever be. You need to look into suicide. It’s your only hope. But before you do that, tell this woman the truth. But we know you won’t, because you’re pure evil. You can’t hide it or change it. You need to kill yourself to rid yourself of this. I’m serious too.

r212=Melania

More shame confessions?

I manipulated an ex-boyfriend into an argument and then lead him to believe he had done something wrong. He wanted to stay over at my place and I wanted to be alone, but instead of being forthcoming, I started an argument.

I shoplift from a supermarket. Not big stuff or expensive foods, little things. A candy bar, a bottle of salad dressing, a package of cookies.

Getting stressed at work I went off to the toilets and jerked off to an image of a whipping a coworkers ass. Not my finest moment.

At my first professional position, I worked for the engineering department for a municipality in New York. Maybe I was 25 y.o. We had an appointment on a Monday, a site visit, scheduled with a consulting firm. I confirmed on the Friday before with the consultant and the guy who would be attending the field visit. However, he forgot, and on the Monday of the field visit meeting, the company didn't show up. They forgot.

We could have rescheduled, it was a bit of a hike, but not a big deal. Nevertheless, I complained about that company for a week. In retrospect I see it was a minor oversight. However, I complained and derided that consulting firm too many times. That guy got fired because they felt he was negligent and unprofessional.

R151 You are a total piece of shit/scum of the earth/everything R236 said except I would never tell someone to kill themselves, though I wouldn't give a rat's ass if you did. Oh, and yes, you and your bitches will be arrested if she has any proof that you stalked and chased her around on pinterest in a threatening manner. Enjoy your devil owned soul paid for luxurious vacations!

I stole a guys wallet when I was blowing him in a private viewing booth. When his dick is in a mouth, he doesn't pay much attention to the pants in a pile around his feet. It turned out to be empty of cash. I called him and told him I found it in a Bourbon Street porn shop and I mailed it back to him. He thanked me, the poor sap. I was broke, I was desperate, I was living in my car and existing on tomato soup I made from hot water and ketchup packets from Krystals. I felt really bad later and didn't do it again. I was alone and scared and desperate.

I watched a really hot guy go into a video booth.

After he left, I went in and licked his cum off the floor.

I have always been known for being witty. But when I was young I would just say anything I thought was funny -- with absolutely no regard for whether it was kind or appropriate.

I deeply regret hurting people's feelings with careless quips.

The one that stands out the most happened at a professor's house when I was a senior in high school. I was there for dinner with other students who had been flown in because we were all up for a scholarship.

STUDENT: "My Dad could have been a tennis pro. He was really good at it. He could also golf. He was really good at that. And to top it off: he wrote three books. He was really good at that."

PROFESSOR: "Does he still write?"

STUDENT: "No, he's dead."

ME: "I bet he's really good at that, too."