30 Casual Confessions That Should’ve Come With A Warning Label

"Yeah my dad used to throw our cat against the wall when he was making us mad, it was really funny."


I was f*****g furious when I heard this from a classmate. And to top it off his dad was my science teacher. I ripped that classmate a new one and transfered out of his dad's class the first chance i got. F**k those animal abusing bastards.

MIL BF mentioned at a gathering that he was one of ten kids and they were really poor. So sometimes for "fun" they would tie up their younger sister and sprinkle crumbs on her and wait for the mice to crawl all over her and listen to her scream. He told it like a funny story. No remorse. Or sense that it was wrong to do that.
 Later found out that she committed s*****e. .

Had a coworker blurt out that he kept his son's scholarship for housing at law school. He laughed that his kid didn't even know he won the scholarship, and he was going to be a lawyer anyway, so he'd make enough money to pay school loans.

We were speechless.

Oh god this disastrous first date I went on. Just the order the conversation devolved was unparalleled:

1. He randomly drops that he has a kid. Ok not a big deal.

2. Kid is 13 years old. This guy is 28 years old. So some crazy math to start.

3. The last time he saw his kid was when the kid was 9 years old.

4. He has no plans to see his kid until the son is 18 years old.

5. He will just tell his son that his baby momma is insane and is trying to trap him into marriage. He truly believed this.

6. His baby momma was, at the time of the date, engaged. And had been dating said man since right before she gave birth.

7. Baby dad’s (the guy I’m on a date with) mom does free nannying over most weekends unsupervised (no baby momma). Baby dad doesn’t want to go see his kid then.

I was in literal awe. He was talking like it was the most normal conversation. Right before the end of the date he actually was worried I was going to judge him because he was anti-vax. Sir we were long past that worry.

A guy in high school I knew named steve said he liked to wait until girls at parties got drunk and then made out with them because it was easier.

Even 16 year old me with a not fully formed prefrontal cortex knew that was bad.

I used to work at a call center. We worked in cubicles. My coworkers were chatting with one another, and one of them mentions how their dog was getting big and wasn’t as cute anymore and that they didn’t have time to play with them. They had gotten the dog for their granddaughter originally. So one day they take the dog out in their car and abandon it.

I was facing the wall of the cubicle not facing them and was in tears. After that coworker went to lunch the other one asked if I was ok.

Eventually I heard that the dog actually found its way back home and they decided to just keep it again. The whole thing was so messed up to me. I lost respect for that person.

It was me that said the thing. When my grandmother didn't like someone my mom was dating (when mom was living at home -- LONG before me), my grandmother would sleep with him. Then, my mom wouldn't have anything to do with him.

Went with my spouse to their work party and a coworker admitted to having a child when she was 22…..with a 15 year old boy. Spent the entire night wondering how she wasn’t in prison.

The maintenance guy at work said his kids were afraid of cockroaches. So he took some cockroaches, ground them up, and mixed the bits into their cereal without telling them. 




I have questions, but my initial horror overrode my ability to speak at the time. Now it would be very strange to bring it up again.

Elderly man casually points out the window of the bus: "See that building over there? That was the first bank I robbed." Turns out he'd just spent 20years in  prison for robbing a half dozen banks. I asked him what he spent his money on, and he'd buy expensive vintage cars and take them to the auto shop where my dad used to work. I'm pretty sure his tips are what paid for my new bike one Christmas. .

I was at an airport terminal some years ago waiting for a plane to fly east from San Diego. An old man struck up a friendly conversation with me and started telling me about he he was leaving the city for the last time, how every day for the last 15 years he's walked a trail behind his house to his dog's grave to visit, and now that morning was the last time. I was nearly in tears at how sweet it was. But then he kept talking.

"I'm also gonna miss the girls down in TJ (Tijuana), they'll treat you like a king no matter if you're old and ugly like me. They'll do things your wife would never dream of for $20..." and kept rambling on about Mexican s*x workers in shocking detail with an almost wistful look in his eye.

Fortunately we didn't sit next to each other on the plane.

EDIT: Just to be clear, I'm know knocking s*x workers or their patrons, it was just... jarring for a total stranger to go from sweet story about his dead dog to graphic specifics about individual s*x acts he had paid for.

I worked for a famous hospital and wrote articles for their corporate magazine. I interviewed a guy who donated millions and asked him what inspired his philanthropy. He said, "I mainly do it to get preferential treatment from the doctors and staff." I couldn't even talk for a couple seconds after he said it. He was completely serious.

Two guys chatting, haven't seen each other in over a decade, one asks "so what happened to your son?" to which the other man responds "oh he's in prison for taking a life" to which the first man just chuckles and says "so it goes" before they started talking about something else.

Like, was just amazed at how casual they were about it.

"I really want to hurt somebody, and I feel like I'm running out of time to do it." He had stopped walking as this thought apparently washed over him, and he said it aloud very clearly and thoughtfully, as though he were really weighing out each word. After a heartbeat of silence afterward, he shook his head and resumed walking.

He never mentioned it again, but it was so disturbing to me that I called and reported that to the FBI. I felt so conflicted calling about my own father, but if he was really going to cross the line from "crazy, gun-stockpiling conspiracy theorist" to "*violent*, crazy, gun-stockpiling conspiracy theorist," then I'd hate myself forever if he ended up hurting someone and it could've been avoided.

In my teens my older brother had a bunch of friends over and they were all in their 20s from what I remember. One dude was asking to see our 2 ball pythons.
While he was holding mine he was trying to convince me to sell her to him and him and his gf/wife started talking about the turtle they had until their young kid threw it into the wall and k****d it. Everyone started bursting out laughing except me. Took my snake back and told him f**k no, even when he started offering more than my wild type was ‘worth’.

And this is why I don’t talk to people irl about pets. Everyone feels the need to tell you about their hamster, lizard, fish, bird, etc that died not only horrifically but it’s almost always completely preventable or from neglect. Often experiences that they never learned from which at best just made them stop getting *more* after their dog k****d their 4th bird.

He and his brother fathered multiple children in Vietnam with multiple women during the war and pretty much refused/avoided contact. They were just chatting with the family casually during a get-together, and talk eventually turned to the war. One of the other uncles said something like "You have a couple kids over there, right?" and he nodded, and his brother nodded, and they spent a couple minutes just casually talking about the Vietnamese women they'd impregnated while serving over there. They acted like it was OK since it was just s*x workers and "girlfriends" and they didn't force anybody, but the casualness and even almost comedic way they talked about it just sort of blew my mind.

Edited to add: They were both married at the time this happened, and one of them's wife was actually sitting right there with us while he was casually discussing this. She knew about it and it was old hat to her, she'd heard about this multiple times before and wasn't even fazed by it.

A coworker told me he doesn’t use toilet paper.....just "lets it dry and flakes it off later" I feel sick even sharing this but he really does always have a stench about him. He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world too and he is not joking 🤢 not the kind of guy to joke at all...matter of fact, he is quite aggressive and we nearly got into it, BUT! that is for another day.


And yes, he does eat his boogers too.

I work in a hospital and sometimes the older patients will talk about a****e like it's normal, either they've a****d a child or spouse, or are being a****d themselves. I've had battered grandmas talk about being punched in the face like it was just a normal Tuesday, that's not ever something that should have been "normalized" in their lives.

I was at a bar one time and overheard an older guy (probably mid to late 60s) tell the other guy that he just got out of prison for k*****g his daughters a*****e ex husband. He just dropped it out of nowhere lol. Seemed like a nice guy tbh.

While in training for a new job, we were going around the room and sharing a fun fact. The guy next to me said to the room so casually, "I'm a polyorchid." He looked me dead in the eye, "I have 5 balls.".