r/sillyconfession

I do not clearly remember why, but I was awake for 3 consecutive days as I was really busy (probably it could have been exam period). It was 2 a.m. in the midnight, it was really quite except frogs croaking. I saw my laptop running low on battery, and decided to charge it.

I brought charger, plugged it into socket, and suddenly my brain just went:

"Wanna see how electricity tastes?"

And I just couldn't resist the intrusive thought.

I bite onto c-usb part of charger with my teeth.

It hurt like hell, I literally felt the electricity flowing into my mouth and up onto mouth cavity, but it wasn't what I expected. I thought (for some reason) it would pop and spark like 'Oh fuck fuck fck fck oops oop' type of pain, and the actual experience was more like burning and 'Oh fuhuhuhuuuuuu-' type shit. And that's when I decided I need to go to sleep.

Most scary part is that I'm 22 now, and this happened only a year ago but I cannot remember any details lol.

This app has completely cast a spell on me. I stumbled upon it by accident recently, and it feels like I’ve found the perfect app for me. I honestly wonder how I lived for 26 years without Reddit.
I love how open and honest people are here, and how many people I find who think exactly like I do.

I’m blind, so I use a screen reader to navigate apps and things. I pressed the random avatar button when I first made the account, so I had no idea what it was. I’ve been wondering for years why everyone keeps assuming I’m a man. It took some troll pointing it out in the middle of insulting me for me to work it out. 😂😂😂

Note: this dude is now commenting on all my posts in a vain attempt to upset me, so he may pop up here.

Edit: it still is a dude with a moustache, he’s just dressed as an owl now. Because they can describe the outfits but not the avatars, apparently.

Edit 2: I got my partner to fix it 😂

I have been with my boyfriend for 7 years now. Over the years, our love has grown stronger and everything has just got better and better. But over these years, we have also got WEIRD. It started with fake snoring when we are tired, then we introduced hissing if something is bad. Now... we lick each other's nose. Like right up the nostril kind of lick. Every DAY.

One of us will start it on the day, and before we know it it's a whole ordeal. I'm mounting sofas to become taller than him and reach his nose to lick it. He's tricking me by pretending he's going to kiss me and then suddenly, LICK up the nose. It turns into whole fights. (Loving joke fights of course!) I'll be running through the house trying to get him back. He'll get tackled out of nowhere with a LICK. Then I'll regret my whole life as I got pinned down and licked up the nose to death.

I have absolutely no idea where this even came from, but it's hilarious. Sometimes it accidentally spills into our social life, and our friends stare at us as if we're aliens. Honestly, I think we might be...

Anyway, he's at work right now, but as soon as I see him again, he's getting it!!

From my sister who doesn't like tattoos. I'm great at being sneaky but long sleeves in the summer?

Not sure how long I'm gonna last. So far it's been a week.

The game of me vs me, is on. 🫡

She always gives me this slightly apologetic look when she farts near me and its too cute. It doesn't smell bad (well most of the time) but I feign covering my nose and we laugh it off. She chides me for not farting around her saying I dont feel relaxed around her but I could always hold it in til I get to the bathroom. Anyway her farts make funny noises and she looks too cute when we look at each other afterwards

The worst part is I'll come up with the perfect line in the shower and then in the real conversation later that day my brain just serves me "haha yeah". All that prep wasted.

Is this a universal thing or have I just been slowly losing it for years? What's the weirdest imaginary conversation you've had in the shower lately?

My husband is a speed racer, He walks fast anywhere, even just downstairs to get a snack, He wants to get there and get back quick!

So it’s easy for me to know where he’s at, and sometimes I won’t even have to do anything but stand around the corner, He’ll come around quickly and gasp, before he huffs and says,”Stop it!” Before I chase him around.

I love doing it, It’s like no matter how much I’ve exposed him to my ‘jumpscaring’, He doesn’t ever expect it, He’ll walk around the corner of a doorway, and boom! I’m there.

I think he enjoys the thrill too because of me chasing him afterwards, but he gets embarrassed by being scared since I always do it. Lol.

I know that sounds bad, but hear me out!

He works all the time, Work this, work that, our son this, our son that, Cooking here, Cooking there, I’m so grateful for everything he does, and I help out (I SWEAR.) I’ll take our son and we’ll hang out, or drop him off at his grandmas (husbands side.) I’ll grill on occasion to take over dinner, I can’t help with his work part though.

The only time he gets a break is when he’s sick, and I make sure he’s treated like a king in our bed, I feel like I’m immune to whatever he gets, I made sure the bed is comfortable, I’ll ran him baths and carry him myself to the tub, I re-wet his rag every 15-20 minutes, Make sure he’s in comfortable clothes.

He hates being sick, especially if pain is involved, and I hate that for him, but I love seeing him get rest, I make the food he wants, I make sure our son waves from the doorway, and his computer is close if he needs to meet a deadline.

I especially love bringing him food, He loves soup when sick, He’ll take a bite and shake his booty like a dog wagging it’s tail, and rest while I feed him, I hate how he feels when he’s sick, but I love seeing him rest when he can.

He gets really bossy when sick, but he’s so loving when I ‘complete my task’ (his words.) I’ll bring soup, and feed him, and he’ll talk in a sweet voice about how he loves me, and he’s so thankful, or I’ll help get him to the tub, and he’ll talk about how grateful he is that he gave me a chance, or how handsome I look when I’m sitting by the tub and waiting.

I’m definitely a dog for my husband, but I wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Edit: to clear things up: I’m a man too! I’m built and taller then my husband, while he’s slender and lean, He’s easy to pick up and carry around! I’m a tree, and he’s my squirrel. 😆

I am afraid of stepping into any and all libraries.

When I was 11 I went to rent out a book from the library, first time doing so. I got a library card (I don’t know where it is) and enjoyed my book. I went to a vacation just the day before it was due and I had not finished the book.

I ended up being 2 weeks late before my mother returned it for me, I’m not sure if we even had to pay the fee.

I am now deeply afraid of libraries and I feel like I’m judged by everyone in it if I ever step into any. Something about libraries makes me feel this horrible embarrassment and shame and social anxiety. Anytime I want a book I just order it in Amazon. How do I get rid of this fear because the concept of libraries interest me a lot and I want to go back into one.

Using the stove as well. I remember a couple of times my family and I were supposed to have a pizza night and I was in charge of taking the pizza out of the oven. The pizza fell in the door hinge. That was so embarrassing. I can’t even make a grill cheese right. I always mess up because I’m too nervous. I can’t fry anything either. The only thing I can do successfully is make baked Mac and cheese but I still need help taking it out of the oven. I feel like I freeze when I’m ready to take something out. Muscles get tense and I’m walking all slow like a fool 😭. Haven’t made any actual food in a while. I can only use the toaster oven

In the UK for Remembrance Day we get artificial poppies to wear as a token of our donations.

One day at school I came out at break time and there was a girl, I think one class below mine, crying. I asked what was wrong and she told me she’d just dropped her poppy, which she had only got that morning, into a muddy puddle. I should have given her mine but for some reason I thought I’d get in trouble if I came home without mine, so I didn’t.

I still feel bad about it today. I could have made her happy again but I didn’t. I don’t know why the guilt is still there in my head after all these years but yes it’s stuck with me all that time.

So if you were that little girl at school in Histon, Cambridge, in November 1972, crying over your lost poppy, I am truly sorry that I did not give you mine.

My son got a mustache from Kindergarten last week and I wore his mustache when he asked me to. Haha it caused quite a stir, people couldn’t stop doing double takes. Some smiled, some tried to have no reaction, some complimented me. It was fun! 10/10 Would do it again. This one guy said “You get used to it tickling your nose.” Loved it. It was a real win for my fear of judgement. I didn’t die!

Edit: I should qualify, I’m a woman.

There are too many predatory animals in the area to leave these guys alone and I can't take them inside my house. (Their nest was destroyed. We're waiting on their momma.)

UPDATE (5 HOURS LATER): I was finally able to take care of business after a neighbor came to help with the squirrels.

So recently I (Male 22) have moved away from my hometown for college in a bigger city and my friend (Female 21 let's call her Jenna)'s first goal was always to get me nicer clothes at a much better store and find my style. (Also this is a throwaway account just cause my friends know my regular reddit and I'm just not ready to tell them)

Well we went to this one store that makes really nice products but I wasn't really feeling it. I have a specific issue with certain clothes, mainly shirts, due to texture and slightly due to body image. I'm overall fine but just for context I cannot stand super smooth shirts that fit very loose and free, which I can tell by feeling and most of these shirts were that.

Jenna doesn't really get it but just knows I'm particular and we were there for three of us so it's fine, just at some point when we get to the second floor she's like "You need new pants right?" and I'm like yeah I only have like 3 pairs so we go looking around and I just don't really like what they have and dont really wanna try any on. Honestly at this point in the trip I was reserved to not buying anything. I dont really know how it happened but the sizes were confusing me and she was like "Just get a large just get these" and she handed me some and they were women's pants. They felt nice and I had no reservations on wearing womens clothes if they felt nice but i was still hesitant like what if someone can tell and they say something about it? None of that mattered, I ended up buying them and wearing them regularly with my others.

Fast forward to winter break when I returned home and my mom seemed to have issues with these pants. She didn't really say anything blatant but just any time I would wear them she'd ask if there were any others I could wear to outings and I shrugged and complied.

Upon returning to the big city for the next semester I feel like that thing with my mom was instilled in my mind and I wore them less and less..... it was then about a month ago when I was sorting through clothes to pack or donate that I put them on again to go out.... and something just felt off? It was like I just barely noticed how the hips are framed or the gap between the legs, and most importantly it was no longer comfortable around the crotch. idk HOW this barely hit me? maybe a change in weight or something or my mom's words skewing me in a certain direction but I was suddenly hyper aware that these are pants I don't like wearing.... I hate how they make my legs look and its really awkward to "position" my self in that area. Idk if all women's pants are like this or not but I know the issue with these is that they're just not built for me. It's just crazy to me how before I had 4 perfectly fine pairs of pants and now I have 3 fine pairs of pants and one evil insidious garment.

SO why did I still pack them and not donate them?..... me and my friends have been talking over the past year and how we've all learned so much about each other and grown and become closer and helped each other and Jenna commented "yeah I got you those pants you love!" and I just said "yeah.". So here I am, across the country back home for summer break with pants I felt obligated to bring but will never wear and that Jenna will also never know if I'm wearing or not. Will they follow me back to the big city for the new school year? Only time will tell my friends. Stay safe out there.

My husband and I took the in-laws out for a nice dinner on Mother's Day. My mother-in-law is a very proper lady and is always insisting on good manners, so this was extra humorous. During dessert, I heard this low rumbling, and looked around, and it was coming from her. Suddenly, she let out the loudest and loooongest fart I have ever heard, it just kept on going, and going, and even the servers in the restaurant looked around for the sound, and then after a while it finally stopped, and there was complete silence around us. She turned red, and said, "Well, excuse me!" And my father-in-law burst out laughing, while I covered my laugh with a napkin and pretended it didn't happen. I felt bad for her so I made sure no one saw me laugh.

But as soon as we got home, my husband and I laughed and laughed about it. That is all.

Ever since I was a kid, I hated to see the worms come out in the rain and doom themselves by getting stranded on the sidewalk. Even as a grown woman, I will stop and gently move them back into the grass with a leaf, twig, or even my bare hands. I am sure the birds sometimes find them, but at least they are nourishing another creature that way instead of wasting away on the pavement!