What Bad Shit Have You Done - Daily, As it Comes To You, Your Past, Lets Be Honest

[WildMermaid]

Pride has nothing to do with being honest and (for me at least ashamed) of the pain I have caused others. I try to live my life by giving love and compassion but I have to be aware of things I did to survive, and understand that though they are in the past... I did those things I am the dark as well as the light. Trying to heal and be accountable takes many forms.

 

[ihateusernames]

I did those things I am the dark as well as the light

And this is a really good point. We are all a combination of things, good things, sometimes terrible things, in between things. I feel that it's important to recognize all of your parts and to be able to see and accept you as a complete person. That doesn't mean you can't work on you or stop doing things that you don't like. It's just about recognizing your nature.

Maybe on some level it's also about presenting that complete person as a means of accepting him/her.

 

[Deleted member 1860]

I'm only at $45!

 

[Kintsugi]

@Nighthawk My total is $62. >.< I think it's funny "smoked weed" and "done drugs" are separate categories.

I have been a total f*cking asshat all f*cking week and I deserve to have my ass beat.

Emotional infidelity.

Not good.

 

[holdenmonty]

I played strip poker with some friends it's kind of funny it ended up being half guys and half girls and everybody was comfortable enough to strip down to their underwear and even the women took their bra's off but nobody wanted to take their bottoms off including me and now I wish I would have because then everybody else probably would have

Before I got married I always wanted to have a three some with two women and myself but now not so much.

 

[Nighthawk]

Did a box of whipets

 

[TXbandit]

Oh dear, sweet, baby Jesus! The DIRT up in HERE!!!

I suppose I will spill my bad shit.

When I was about 5 years old, my Mom walked in on me violently stabbing her bed with scissors. In her spot...

About the same age as above, I sat in the hall way, lighting matches and dropping them on the floor. I also almost burned our house down three times by putting piles of leaves upside the house and catching them on fire. Apparently, I really f*cking like FIRE or, I hate my family. Whoops!

I use to steal money from my Mom's purse so I could buy liquor, cocaine and weed when I was16.
I slept with a guy for cocaine once. Not my proudest moment.... I also use to drive around with a half gallon of whiskey, drinking straight out of the bottle at the ripe ol age of 16. Ran from the cops at 17 because I had a large amount of cocaine on me and didn't get caught.

I had a relationship with a man all the while knowing he was married and didn't care. I cheated on my ex because I found out he was having an online sexual relationship and he wouldn't put out. Not sorry.

I have drove drunk more times than I would like to admit and carry tremendous amounts of guilt because of it.

That's about all the spilling I can do for now.

 

[InvisibleSun]

I love this thread! I could probably dedicate an entire website to all of the bad things I've done..and I'm still fairly young. I'll start by saying that I am soooooo lucky to be alive right now. Like so lucky it's ridiculous! I've done so much stupid shit and put myself in so much danger! My god it just amazes me..anyway...you name it, I've done it. I did drugs like it was my job...pot, dope, X, crack, coke, all hallucinogens ,pills, alcohol. Overdosed on heroin at 22. Cleaned up for the most part, but I will hardly be a spokesperson for "A Drug Free America" anytime soon..one of my many demons. Cigarettes are my life force. And coffee. One addiction for another, as always. Umm.. I had way too much sex in my late teens, early 20s..way too much! My bedroom door became a revolving door for way too many men and women..absolutely zero self respect. And yanno, looking back on it, the sex was never even that good. (well..some of it was ;)) But it didn't have to be when I was dissociated..drugs helped. Dealt for awhile..used people, lied to people. I cheated on lovers, broken up relationships. I treated the people that love me the most like crap. I am a terrible friend. I isolate and shut off evreyone. I have the most amazing man any woman could ever ask for and I don't trust him. I can't open up to him. I can't give or even feel the love that he gives me every day. Sometimes I hate myself for the things I've done but I never did it because I was a bad person..I did it because I was lost and f*cked up. And I still am..
But I'm working on all that.. and sometimes that's all you can do..

 

[Deleted member 20280]

For myself I have a really cagy and blot on the copy book history.

Where to start, hmm well for one when I was dating nicole I actually ended up going with Dal her twin sister, on a blind date and nicole walked in on us, I had mistaken one twin for the other, the three in a bed that followed with under clothing fumbling only, no genitalia involved.

When Phoebe and I started dating Scott got really jealous, slapped Phoebe across the face so I promply broke his nose, then with a really rather too hard rewinding left handed ended up punching the wall so hard I broke three fingers in the process, well worth the pain mind you

Then when I was dating young miss Sarah R we were kissing gently behind the lounge door when we suddenly found ourselves fumbling under clothes, her father walked in and caught us in the act.

I could go one but will come back again to add some more spice

 

[TonyG]

I'll start small and work my way up,
I loved playing space invaders but never had money, so 20 cents some tape and cotton and I could play all day,

As a kid I used to like blowing stuff up, I made the best pipe bombs, no one in my street had a letterbox for very long, The best fun was dropping one in the storm water tunnels that ran under all the suburbs, the you would hear police sirens all over town,

 

[Changing4Best]

I cheated on my husband with an employee of ours in the next room from where hubby was sleeping. He heard us. This went on for about 2 years. At one point, I had to place hubby in a nursing home, as he had, had a massive stroke and I could no longer take care of him. Part of my decision to place him there was that he became violent toward me. Looking back on it, I did not deserve to be abused, even though I was very wrong for cheating on him.

Later, I came to my senses, apologized to hubby and he forgave me! We were very much in love toward the end of his life. I used to read the Bible to him, he asked me to. We both became Christians, I, when I was still cheating on him. However, I soon realized this was very wrong on my part, so becoming a Christian helped me come to my senses and also to forgive him for his violence toward me. He stopped the violence, once I became loving again and told him I was no longer cheating on him.

All's well that ends well, I guess.

 

[Neverthesame]

I've got one.

When I was 18ish, I bought my first car. Some old hulk of American pig iron. The water pump was leaking, speedometer didn't work, massive hole(s) in the exhaust system plus a myriad of other issues.

I bought it as I fixer-upper, a fun little project car. Didn't even have my full licence yet. (This was when I still enjoyed driving) First day I had it, a buddy from work came over. We spent some hours working on it, got the thing to stop pissing water all over the floor.

Got late, around 1am. Time for buddy head home. He comes up with an idea, "Hey, let's test out that water pump. While we're at it, why not give me a lift home?" Of course being 18, I naturally thought that was an excellent idea. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?

Now not having a licence, I can't register or insure a car. So I borrowed my mother's license plate. Filled up the radiator, and off we went on what should have been a 15 minute round trip.

About halfway to buddies house, I turn onto a yield lane. The f*ck? There is a police car just past the end of the lane, parked in the middle of the street. I start slowing down. Buddy says, "no, no, no. Change lanes, go around." Ok, worked.

I am officially crapping myself now.

200 feet or so down the same road, parked in a McDonald's facing the street, two more police cruisers, with cops in them watching over the street I am driving down. I have no idea how fast I'm going, I am the only car on the road, with a couple of burned out lights, making way too much noise, probably going the wrong speed with a stolen plate. I figured I was f*cked for sure.

The crap in my pants was crapping it's pants now.

Nope, nothing. I drove buddy home without incident.
Now it's the way back, I immediately got lost. (Yup. 10 f'ing minutes from my own f'ing house. I got lost.) I eventually got home. Had the windows rolled down and the heater cranked, as the engine was beginning to overheat (I am a lousy mechanic).

Put Mum's plate back on her car. Close the car door... Oh for f*cks sakes! I actually locked the f*cking keys in the car. An hour later, I finally got the keys out. 4am.

I have no idea why I got away with this. I shouldn't have. It was stupid of me. I would have found myself in serious legal trouble. Not proud of this at all. Never did it again.

I took the fact that I got away with it, as God's way of saying, "I gave you this one, don't push your luck."