When I need a quick dose of human reality (or voyeurism?) I visit grouphug, the anonymous confession website. Some confessions are heart-wrenching, but many are as you would expect, portraying the most widespread and ordinary themes of human suffering: lust, heartbreak, frustration, depression, loss, rage, and pain. It would be interesting to break down the confessions into types. Here’s one I found funny due to its wiseass disingenuousness and its reference to the movie, Breaking Away.
I am a cutter too, I guess. My friends and I are all cutters. Our dads work in Indiana at a rock quarry. I am an excellent cyclist and my friend Dennis is not too bad either. One time he swam into a flooded quarry and pretended to be locked into a refridgerator. So the Italian cycle team is coming to our tonw to ride in the big race, the local college is having a race before hand that I think i can win. Once a I was practicing riding my ten speed on the Interstate and this truck driver was sticking his hand out eh window to let me know hiow fast i was going then a cop pulled him over. hahahaa
