post embarrassing things about yourself

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In the school district I was in, starting at 6th grade, you'd use a locker in the hall instead of a desk in your homeroom. I had this super autistic fear of forgetting my locker combination constantly. So for that year, I managed to convince my mom to "home school" me.

Didn't do a lot of learning anything, but I did play a shit ton of RuneScape. Went back to school next year.
 
When I was in middle school, there was one occasion where the girls in my class were passing around a sheet of paper with the names of all the boys on it. The girls would then mark a tally for every boy they would kiss, and three tallies for every boy they'd consider marrying (keep in mind this was middle school in the early-mid aughts, things were still pretty innocuous back then),

My buddy managed to get ahold of the sheet and showed it to all of us. Of the thirty-something names on that list, only two lacked even a single tally. One was my own. :(
 
I was in the PVCC back in the day.
I know stuff I shouldn't be able to know about cwc as they connect to things as I was NOT in the 'inner circle' or whatever they were doing. And I don't have the right to share for a long time.
The biggest thing is I am still extremely angry at Brian Bash (spell check) and I can't remember why at all. I have notes somewhere that I got angry at him for something and I don't remember what.
I hope the erasers fall off of all your school pencils, buddy! I don't care how old you are!
Now that's an autistic curse.
 
One time while I was working landscaping on a 100+ degree day we took a break at a gas station with tables you could eat at, I was leaning against the window and I pretty much left a greasy , sweaty shadow of filth in the perfect shape of my back and asscrack.

I bolted for the truck before any employees saw what I did and try to make me clean it.
 
I'm a sucker for a good wholesome romance story and I've been that way since I was a little kid. Even back then as a little boy I knew how embarrassing that was to admit, so I kept it to myself.
 
I got triggered by a mass email between 40+ people I work with and sperged out in reply about how men get blamed for everything and told a private story about an emotionally abusive relationship and gave mega TMI. This just happened last week.
 
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