10 points for honesty?

Question

Tell us some dark secrets about yourself honestly

Kuji, dear, please realize that human life is very precious. We need not throw it away just like that. Help others. If you feel empty, go lighten up somebody else's day and you will be rewarded with happiness.

OK here is my dark secret, I used to steal money from my parents as a teenager so I could go to the Gaming Arcade and shoot down some space ships. I got over the addiction and when I went to college I stayed in a dorm, which taught me how to live in my budget. But to this day I really do not understand the concept of money. I mean I don't really understand how people can be so crazy for cash, especially those who are already loaded. I wish I could teach them that what matters finally is how many good deeds you did in this world and how many people you helped with or without your money. That is all we will be asked when we enter the after-life.

Answer 1

A long time ago while in college, before I was married, I used to get pharmaceutical drugs illegally from pharmacies. I never sold them--I just gave them away to friends to get high.

I was at my doctor's office one day getting checked for strep throat, and he had to leave the room for a minute. I took one of the prescription papers off the top of his pad because it had his DEA number on it. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, but I knew it would come in handy someday.

A few weeks later while walking across campus, I found a student ID that someone had dropped. Our IDs had a picture like a passport picture, only smaller, and just our name, sex, and SS number, which was also our student ID number. I was going to return it, but then I realized I could use it.

There was a guy who was known for making fake IDs to get people into bars, and I got in touch with him, and he changed the picture on the ID I had found for $50. It looked entirely authentic.

Back then, drug laws were really lax, and a lot of pharmacies would fill prescriptions for narcotics from phone in prescriptions, despite the fact that you are only supposed to fill them with actual signed prescription papers. I would call a pharmacy and call in a prescription for things like Percocet or Valium, pretending to be the nurse at my doctor's office. Since I had his DEA number, which they always asked for, it always worked.

When I went to pick the stuff up, I would tell them I didn't have a photo ID, which they always wanted to see. I would pretend to go through my wallet, and then say, "Geez, the only thing I have with my name and picture is my student ID." They always said that was fine, as long as it had my picture and name on it, so they could verify my identity. I would use the fake ID, and walk away with scads of drugs.

I was filling a prescription about once every ten days to two weeks, and I was giving the stuff away like it was Halloween. I moved around from pharmacy to pharmacy because most chain stores didn't have linked computer systems back then. I actually found the store where the real girl filled prescriptions for her drugs, and since they had her insurance information on the computer, I paid just a small amount for the stuff I got from them. I always went through the drive in window so they didn't get a really good look at me.

I finally got a good scare one day, and stopped doing it. I went in to get a prescription I had called in, and the pharmacist told me he just needed to call the doctor's office and find out if it was okay to give me a different dosage, because he didn't have enough pills of the correct dosage in stock. He told me he could give me the larger dose, and I could split them. I told him that was fine, and I was going to go do some grocery shopping, and I would be back. I walked around the side of the pharmacy area very casually, then ran like hell to get out of the store. I knew the minute he talked to my doctor's office, the game would be up and I would be busted.

The coda is that a few months later I was at my doctor's office again. He had a funny new prescription pad with a watermark on it, and I commented on it. He said, "Yes, I had to get new ones, because my old one had my DEA number on it, and someone stole my number. They used my number to fill a ton of prescriptions for controlled substances." I made some comment about how some people aren't very nice, and he said, "Yeah, that's true. I even know exactly who did it. I have this patient who is very dishonest, and he was using some poor girl's name to do his scam. I gave the police all the information I could about him, but they don't have enough to make a case, so there's nothing anyone can do about it."

I had stuff stockpiled, so my supply of drugs lasted about another six months. I still have a hard time believing I did that, because it's the only really bad and awful thing I have ever done. I was pretty much a straight arrow before I did it, and I have been a straight arrow ever since.

Answer 2

I used to cut. I tried to kill myself but I chickened out of my second attempt (the first time a freak occurrence saved me.) I was molested by my father and I was 11 the first time I was raped by another man. I like the sensation of pain but I avoid S&M because I hate roleplaying and submission and all that stuff. People tend to die around me, NOT because I do anythng to harm them, just because I make death seem good. Every day I think about where I would want to go to shoot myself in the head. It's not even really a suicidal thought because I'm not really thinking about the consequences, just the feeling of pulling the trigger. I spend my nights having computer sex with strangers because it chases that other thought out for a while. I'm not sure that any of these are secrets, except from my mother and even she knows about the suicide attempt.

Answer 3

My deepest, darkest secret is that my life is so boring that the big secret of my life is that it took me 37 years to realize that the main reason I used to want a big family with 5 or so kids was to compensate for the emptiness and powerlessness I experienced growing up. Good thing none of my relationships ever got that far, I guess.

Answer 4

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Answer 5

I feel like im trying way to hard to start a relationship when i barely even know the girl. I feel like i know everything when in reality i just take advantage of what people dont know and substitute my own answers to make myself feel smarter. deep enough?

Answer 6

my friends saw me as a goof off, jolly, happy guy. the truth is, i'm a dark person. i hate humans, i always in pain and sorrow, and worse of all, i have the urge to kill all my friends and classmates at once with 20 different methods.

Answer 7

I want to be smart like Paris Hilton, hot like Rosie o Donnell and a peace lover like Bush

Answer 8

You had not mentioned yours ???!@#$%$

(what will you get if someone tells their dark secret - its just your dark taste which is making you ask such question @#$@#%@#

Answer 9

i had sex to several men without my husband's knowledge.. i am the real killer of our neighbor who died 8 months ago..






joke! hehehe!

Answer 10

I'm celibate