I tried to walk-out with someone's leather coat from a bar one night.
I stole one of my sister's, ID at 16 or 17 and used it regularly to buy liquor. Denied this when she accused me of having done so.
I secretly judged my friend's drinking behaviors.
Intoxic. one night I suddenly overheard myself saying mean, bad shit about my boyfriend's sexual performance, whom if you can now believe this, I truly loved this young man dearly.
I was giving away a bag of nice clothing one time to an acquaintance in need, she thought I was also giving her my winter jacket, held it up and said, oh' thanks for such a nice coat. At this moment I felt forced to let it go. Was speechless, and now without a coat, and very little money to replace it.
I had admitted myself to a detox and during one day there was fantasizing about being held and having sex with an attractive Indian also there. I figured there was nothing wrong with fantasizing and writing about this, so I did so. Accidently I left it on a table, another fellow there found it and approached me, while smiling and requesting, "What's this?" and, he didn't let up I finally told him the truth: I'm just having some lustful thoughts about someone here and so I thought I'd write about. He got all giddy, smiley and happy and said, "It's me isn't it?" ...and so forth, as he was certain it was him. Well, it wasn't, but I lied and said it was so not to hurt his feelings and he never forgot it. Upon leaving he handed me his phone # and said, "Make sure you call me now." Now I was in more trouble, bc I figured that if I didn't I'm certain to hurt his feelings and he's sure to relapse. So I did and we ended up painfully involved, for sometime afterwards. LOL
....now I'm laughing my butt off right now, but there was nothing funny about this. It hurt feeling so obligated and powerless.