Of late these confession pages are really getting to me. Why would anybody want to read other people’s confessions? Okay, juice is fun. Poking into other people’s lives gives people a nice high. Otherwise why do we all spend hours on Facebook navigating from one stranger’s page to another, poking around and generally wasting time? So yeah, maybe that’s understandable, though still in a ‘what nonsense’ kind of way. But I really don’t get the point behind anonymous confessions.
For the past few weeks, anonymously, people have been confessing love, people have been voicing hate against a group or an individual..and all the while we are raised being told to not back bite, to be brave and face things head on, to say things to people’s faces and all that.
So, as I sat thinking about a topic for C, I decided to pen down my own confessions here, where I can rant all that I want without a care in the world! (and lure more traffic that way)
I had a severe case of sibling rivalry when my brother was born. Thankfully, nobody else remembers it, so we will let that be.
I had a lot of trouble figuring my way out through school. I went through this awful phase where I felt nobody wanted to be friends with me. Till today loneliness is my biggest fear.
People I know keep wondering why I never fancy south Indian men 😐 (I, ofcourse, disagree)
I cannot keep secrets. Or promises, for that matter.
I have a thing for people who get their grammar right.
I abhor the whole matrimony-match-making scene that is happening around me- judging and being judged on the basis of a photograph, is not nice, or right, IMO.
Given a chance, I would pack my bags and leave everything to move to Paris. If I had one wish… Sigh.
Seven is a good number, so here I stop 🙂
And if you are upto confessing today, non-anon, of course, please do 😀 Would love to hear!