A rare meme from Mr Sarcasm

[jchrisobrien]

I have disable IP logging.  Now I want you to do something for me.

Post something anonymously.  Whatever you desire.

A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.

You know you want to.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You're a nice gyu! I like you ^_______^

[(Anonymous)]

I've had a crush on you on and off for several years.

[(Anonymous)]

I don't actually like people (as a species)... ssssshhh!

[(Anonymous)]

i desperately want to fix you up with a friend of mine with whom you'd get along quite well, but it just hasn't been able to happen yet.

[(Anonymous)]

After a day like today, I could really go for a glass (or a pitcher) of your patented sangria!

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing turns me on like being tied down.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm really, really in love again. It has been a year since I've felt this way, and the last one ended pretty badly.

It's magical. Wondrous. Scary as Hell. I trust him completely. It does help that we were friends for years, first. A lot of the work has already been done. He's amazing. We are so well suited it is astonishing. We certainly took our time getting to this place, but it's as close to perfection as anything I've ever known.

Nobody from our circle of friends knows. We decided that we wanted to keep it a secret, while it was this embryonic, and have some fun surprising people by showing up to a party at some point as a couple. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces.

But the fact that we're keeping it a secret means that I'm ready to explode. Good timing on the confessional, thank you.

[(Anonymous)]

other people are not nearly as together as you seem to think they are. they all get by just as you do. they are in the middle of their own maelstrom of confusion, desire, need and limitations just like you are. it's just that their issues are not the same as your issues and visa-versa. don't go beating yourself up just because their issues don't cut you as deeply as yours do.

[(Anonymous)]

I agree with that last person. And I hope you get what you want.

[(Anonymous)]

sometimes i feel like you're not comfortable with yourself, and that kind of makes me uncomfortable too. There's a good chance i'm just projecting though. i do think you are a good person though, and i wish i knew you better.

[(Anonymous)]

Occasionally I think about really wanting to kiss you.

[(Anonymous)]

Since I have known you, you seem to have become so much more comfortable with yourself. (Yes, seems to be a trend in the comments here, but I found myself on the other side of the fence from the others...)

It was like seeing you under old layers of Self/Being when we first met years ago, and the old layers seemed uncomfortable and ill-fitting, but the newer you, the present-day you would shine and sparkle through the rips and holes in the old self. Especially when you would dance, this new and more real-seeming you would shine through strongly. You seemed so insecure about this newer you, about letting go of the old and the familiar, and yet the old layers seemed to chafe at you strongly at the same time.

I could see that I did the same thing and could hear the voices in my life telling me to let go of the old and step out into the new with trust and faith that what felt good from the inside out *was* good. It always seemed difficult to me - I couldn't figure out how to just let go of the weight... until I met you, and watched you, and was inspired by the you that was shining through the old you.... and I could see how easily you could just shrug off what was outdated like an old coat...and walk away... if you wanted to.

These days, those old layers I thought I saw seem mostly gone and when you dance, it is a solid glow that emanates from you. There is a strength in you that used to seem held in from the outside inward... and now glows from the inside outward. Maybe in the piles of stuff left behind from your old apartment, there are old layers of self like old coats... left behind and not missed.

You seem much lighter. More at peace with yourself and your world, and less encumbered by the nonsense of the worlds around you.

You continue to inspire me each time I see you.

(And did I mention you're damn sexy?)(and more so all the time!!!)

[(Anonymous)]

I envy you. I'm very uncomfortable with myself, because I'm not the way I used to be. I used to be very happy with myself, but whenever I get to thinking about it now, I'm missing so much. I feel like I had everything, and then lost most of it. I can't even pick myself up to try to rebuild myself. I know I need to fix my own self, but I feel like I'm missing out on so many experiences and feelings. Like I'm shut out, and it's not a good feeling. No matter what's good, it's always at my core that I'm not good. I'm not who I loved in myself, and it's sad. I wish I could still have the people that used to always be here for me, but I made a bad decision and now they're hardly in my life. Now all I'm left to deal with are things I don't want to, other people put things on me I don't need; I don't get anything from them to help me. It's unprovoked, which just makes it worse. No one ever asks me questions, and I think if someone is asked questions, it gives that person a sense of usefulness and self, because the answers always come from within. It's like no one cares about me. If I had a family, maybe my life would be different, but I really have no one constant. It's buffetting, and it's hard to stay on my feet. I want to feel whatever I feel, but sometimes I get tired of feeling bad. I want to be, feel like I did before when I was so pensive and full of answers. I don't know what's in me anymore. But it doesn't seem like much.

[(Anonymous)]

Why am I so intrigued by you?

I happened to be going through friends of friends journals.. and found you.

I met you once. If you would want to call it a meeting. I met an aspect of you more or less.. I was not myself and uncomfortable and so when we "met" I didn't run the character right and made you laugh more than impress. Just another imbecile girl I was.

Then months later I saw you again.. and wished I had the courage to speak to you.. even a hello, but was star struck. The last time I saw you, it hit me again like a ton of bricks. Yet there is nothing more beautiful than watching someone dance in the dark.. its much better than talking anyway.