Today’s random confession post comes from me having a terrible case of writers block. I want to write some really heavy posts but my mind won’t let me get there until I write something fun to give us a reprieve from the darkness a lot of us are feeling. I’d love if you had a random confession you want to share (If you want to send me a DM instead that counts!) so we both can feel better.
Massages Stress Me Out
I am the absolute worst massage client, ever. I’ve never had a massage where a masseuse didn’t comment on how they could feel me tense up and they attempted to relax me. The more they dig in, the more I tense up and walk out in physical pain from tension. I don’t mind the touching, but the concept of knowing I’m supposed to relax stresses me out. The more they dig in, the more I dig in and my will-power is much stronger than their muscles. Trust me. I’ve tested it multiple times.
If my future partner is reading this, please know I will give you the gift of not asking for a massage, but you also will not receive one. I hate how much time they waste (I know others don’t feel this way) and I get bored after 30 seconds of giving one.
I Refuse to Ride With Anyone if It’s Over Three Hours
Do not put me down for a road trip. In fact, I refuse to ride in a car with anyone for over three hours. Lucky Kansas City and Oklahoma City are three hours from Wichita so they are allowed. I think they are a waste of time and require me to do nothing but just… ride. How boring. In college the only reason I survived our weekend drives from Lawrence to Wichita was because my boyfriend drove and I could do something else while riding. It doesn’t matter if I’m dating, friends, engaged, I won’t break this rule. What if we end up hating each other??? What if a dynamic is brought out that can never be worked through? Just stay out of the car for long periods of time.
Even with podcasts and other things, I hate road trips. If there was a flight from Wichita to Kansas City I would take it in a heartbeat. Please do not ever ask me to road trip with you unless it’s to drive me to an airport and then you drive to pick me up at our destination.
I Can’t Stand the Sound of Frozen Things
You know the subtle sound of an ice cube leaving a tray when you break it up? That makes me want to curl up into a ball and leave my body. The frozen strawberry sound in ice cream? It makes my teeth feel itchy. I cannot and I do mean CAN. NOT. stand the sound of these things. It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard to me. I can chew ice with no problem. Strawberries? Sure. But the sound of a frozen strawberry in strawberry ice cream being scooped up? I will run around a room clutching my head and screaming.
My teeth literally feel itchy when I hear an ice cube coming out of the tray. I want to physically scratch my teeth. Do you know how insane that makes me feel?
I Had a Weird Love of WWE in For Like Three Months
2020 has been the weirdest year ever. One of the reasons is I started watching WWE Live on Monday nights. It started when I didn’t have anything to watch on a flight and I could get live TV. Then I had six more Monday flights… and I didn’t exactly mind that I hadn’t downloaded anything to listen to. I can’t explain it, I don’t understand why this is/was a thing.
I don’t understand any of the stories. I’m fascinated by the weird acting and watching the fake hits. How do they convince people this is real? Wait, is this real? No, it can’t be. Why don’t they ever actually fight? Why is this all just a promo for a pay-per-view? WWE Live came to Wichita in January and I really missed my chance getting to take part in the trash. Of course I would have had to cover my face to avoid being seen. Instead I settled for watching it at home with a glass of wine and going, “I’m 29 and how is this my life…….. ?” This phase of my life has thankfully ended.
I’ve Re-Washed the Same Load of Laundry… Three Times
It’s not that I’ve been INTENTIONALLY leaving my laundry in the basket for so long it gets stale. It’s not like I have just take out what I’ve needed and forgotten what was clean and what was dirty. Definitely not like that at all. I’ve had a load of blues that has been sitting on top of my dryer pretty much all summer. I don’t have a laundry chair so it’s in the basket. Aptly called, a laundry basket.
This is definitely the time to tell me I am not alone and we all do this. Ahem. Please.
Dana Mannarino
I have a weird thing with the crunching of chips on my teeth a certain way and the thought of my hands or feet rubbing against the carpet FREAKS ME OUT. LOL I love posts like this!
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Karly
OMG, I’m the exact same way with massages! I’ve had a masseuse literally yell at me before to relax otherwise she couldn’t do her job … sorry, sister – not happening!
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Rachel
bahahahha @ WWE. My husband watches so I often watch too.
Kalie
I had my first massage ever back in March and I was so stressed!! I carry most of my (other non massage) stress in my neck/shoulders and I also have arthritis in my neck so I thought it would make sense but my arm was ever so slightly hanging off of the side and I thought if I moved it, the masseuse would think she hurt me so I just kept it in that hell of a purgatory and felt like I strained myself more trying to keep balance. It was so dumb and I just don’t know why it turned out that way. Hopefully some day, you can find a massage that works for you!