-I miss my mom and dad. They were hard on me and very strict at times, but they prepared me for the world I was about to walk into. I want to thank them for kicking my ass when I fucked up. -I miss my grandmother. She helped me to be compassionate and caring towards all people. Helped me to not be so "rough around the edges" but also wise. She was great balance to the iron fist dad and tiger mom I lived with. -I miss my grandfather. He instilled work ethic, taught me how to work hard, and taught me about trust. "You have to trust somebody" and not all people are bad. -I miss all the mature women I've dated who taught me about intimacy and what makes women feel good sexually (and yes, I miss the sex I had with those women. It was intense and memorable)
Everyone's confessions make them look like good, pure souls for the most part Mine makes me look like a POS but i've carried this weight around a couple of years so I'm gonna spill it A couple of years ago I was in the grocery store and this woman was riding the cart/scooter thing they have for disabled/obese people. We were on the same aisle when the battery died on it. I just kept walking and pretended like I didnt notice her I really like the idea of helping people in theory, but interacting with strangers is also sort of scary to me. I'm pretty introverted and usually make a point to avoid human contact at the store. In my defense I once stopped to help someone broken down on the side of the road. They could have killed me and I stopped anyways. So thats something And I'll do anything for someone I know and love and who doesnt make me nervous to interact with. Don't judge me.
I was sort of being facetious about feeling like a POS but I did feel guilty about it for a long time
This is beautiful, Eric. You are a good man, and they'd all be proud of you. I miss my grandmother, and I confess that her death has been hard on me. She died roughly three years ago, and she died too soon. So full of life, and opinions...she guided me so much, and loved me for me. I'll never forget a conversation we had like a year before she died, and I was dating so many jerks back then, and I had stopped believing in God. She said ''you don't need a man, you don't need God. What do you need?'' And I replied ''I only need you, grandma.'' That day plays over and over in my head. And she missed out on me getting married. Death sucks.
Your grandma and my grandma would have been good friends! Very much alike! My grandma happened to visit me during some of the most hardest times in my life. She was always able to relate to what I was going through, share a personal experience to teach me something, and able to uplift my spirits because she was so down to earth and well grounded. I hate that she passed before she got the chance to meet my wonderful wife. She would have adored her so much. Death does suck.
I thought this was gonna be something about : I sell my panties online kinda stuff.. since its not, I wont make that confession.. carry on..