Filthy Confession

16 Nov

There are some things I do of which I can never actually be proud of.  Like some fetish,  I do  have some filthy confessions to make (in utmost honesty).


  • Growing up with a big brother, I grew up wanting to be a “boy“.  No, it wasn’t about being able to pee standing… it was just about being a boy…  I played out this childhood fantasy by sneaking into my brother’s room and sneaking out with his OVERSIZE sneakers on – a truly “in his shoes” kinda phase.  What happened next very easily and quickly put an end to this fantasising.  My feet began to smell, to filthy stink, and it wasn’t until a year or so when it finally stopped.  Lesson learned the filthy way.

  • Long before I began sneaking into my brother’s room for his shoes, I used to sneak in to steal from his piggy bank.  Although stealing his shoes had a great lesson to learn from, nothing fearful came out of stealing from his piggy bank except the guilt.

  • When I used to smoke, one of the most filthy things I ever did was to pick up stubs from the street for a few drags.  In my defence, I did those only when I was too broke to buy a cigarette.  Looking back, I cannot believe I actually had done such a filthy thing.
  • I am lazy but that’s no confession.  I hate doing the cleaning and the laundry.  I have a laundry basket – a HUGE one.  The clothes piled in this basket get used and reused a long time before they actually hit the machine.  Well, let me elaborate.  The first pile in this basket is a normal – “to wash” pile.  Once all my clothes (wearable) pile up in this pile, I sort out the not-very-dirty ones and wear them a few times.  The second pile is the – “can’t wear them without a wash” pile.  Very soon, I run out of clothes to wear again and the pile doesn’t get washed itself.  From the second pile, I choose the “can manage one last time without a wash” clothes and wear them.  The third pile is the “even the most expensive perfumes won’t help” pile.  And yes, reluctantly then I do wash these! 

  • Once upon a time, I used to bite my nails but that’s not the confession.  My filthy confession is that I used to salivate at the sight of other people’s tempting nails – oh, the sheer temptation that I had to fight!    

Gross, I know!  Filthy enough!!

via Daily Prompt: Filthy

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