We all have thoughts, memories, or impulses that we bury deep—things we’d never say out loud, even to our closest friends. This isn’t about crime confessions or obvious trauma, but those disturbing truths about ourselves that quietly haunt us. What’s the part of you that you hide from the world because you’re afraid of what it might reveal?
Let’s be honest—anonymity is a powerful thing.
Since nobody else seems inclined to share the deep darks of their life, I will.
Due to a childhood of neglect, I tend to ruin baby animals left in my care. Not because I want to, but because I’m not nurturing at all. Not even a slight tiny bit. I keep them alive and unharmed just fine, that I can do. But that’s about all I’ve got.
I’ve had a few cats that I’ve acquired as kittens and by the time they hit adulthood they hate everything. The first time I didn’t realize it was me, and I had a cranky bitch who hated everyone and everything but me… for 16 years… after the last time I know it must be me. Because cats from the same litter went to my partner and theirs are super nice and friendly, and mine… one gets so upset seeing other strange cats that she misplaces her aggression and goes after her sister until her sister pees herself running away. It fucking sucks, and I wish I was better for them.
The dog I got as a puppy was poorly socialized, as well, but I wasn’t able to keep her past the first year (pitbull in an apartment, but she was just friendly as hell, not mean or aggressive)
My quail were about ready to see me as mama, same with the chickens, even nestling in my hands to fall asleep, and now they don’t like me… (that one is probably a reach-down problem, they like me a lot better when I reach in at them instead of down from above, but still)
So except where necessary, like farm animals, I avoid getting babies. I’m sterile for this reason as well. I don’t want to pass on my fucked up neglected childhood, even to animals.
cats from the same litter went to my partner and theirs are super nice and friendly
Cats from the same litter are unbelievably different
Just think about human siblings, usually they are very much unalike
True, but I kept two and got another 6 adopted out (two litters, I have one cat from each, and there were some losses, as these were barn cats)
And all of them turned out happy and friendly expect the ones I kept : /
As did several half siblings (there’s like 3 baby daddies in the group and 4 mamas, so the kittens were consistent across about a dozen litters - melanistic tabbies (voids with stripes) gray tabbies (gray with stripes) and regular tabbies)
Anonymity on the Internet is about as strong as the lock on your door. A sufficiently motivated individual will be straight through it with barely a thought.
“Don’t worry, the glass door has a lock on it.” “What is stopping anyone from breaking the class nullifying the lock?”
What follows is the purest form of cognitive dissonance I have witnessed in life. Believing a lock will keep the bad guys out while knowing the fragility of glass seems to miss most people until you tell them.
Thank you for the hearty laugh!
Yeah, no.
Let’s be honest—anonymity is a powerful thing.
C’mon, we all know that’s the NSA’s job.
What happened between me and that man in Reno stays between us.
Nice try anyway, fed.
I’m gonna say the least illegal one:
I hate my parents, I’m gonna piss on their graves when they die, I want all their assets as compensation for all the emotional abuse they did to me, I hope my abusive brother gets nothing, he’s a racist piece of shit that will probably be use the money for some evil shit anyways. Everyday I wish for a car to just appear out of thin air and hit them and they die horribly and bleed out.
Nothing I said is illegal, btw. (Well maybe except the grave pissing) But if some FBI/CIA agent wanna do something about their car’s software so it randomly swerves into a tree, then I’ll willing to give you like 1/3 of the money 😉. I’ll probably donate 1/3 of it, then just chill out by investing the remaining 1/3.
Nice try Mass Surveillance agency!
I miss AskLemmy being about asking questions.
I eat cheese at midnight.
Within that one second?
That’s so evil…
I haven’t revealed the darkest one to anyone for a good reason and I sure aren’t going to do it here.
However, another one came to mind which I’m not sure is dark or just weird but you know that noise a panicing pig makes? I get some weird enjoyment from it. Not when it comes to any other animal but only pigs. In all other situations seeing an animal or human panic that way would make me want to stop what ever is causing it and I do consider myself overall highly empathic person but pigs get none of that. It’s not that I have some urge to hurt them but rather that squeaking just doesn’t get any empathy from me.
Admittedly though, I sometimes want to stomp small yapping dogs as well so there’s that too.
To contrast this: I don’t hurt spiders, I catch flies alive and take them outside, I euthanize silverfish on my glue traps because I don’t want them to suffer more than necessary and I don’t trap mice from my attic because I don’t want to kill them. Go figure.
In my case, I’d say I enjoy receiving verbal and physical abuse. I’m not just referring to something sexual, but more generally. I’ve realized that it’s something that motivates me and makes me feel good. I don’t know if it’s sadomasochism, but in many instances in my life, I’ve found myself in total ecstasy when someone hits me or insults me.
However, it’s something circumstantial. I don’t see it as something I’m constantly seeking, like a fetish. It’s more like a personal trait—something that’s very much a part of me and makes me feel really good.
You’re a vile sub-human piece of garbage and you’ll never amount to anything.
(Am I doing it right? Are you motivated yet? I’m helping!)
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. I fart in your general direction!
Nice Try lol, and a nice reference too. One of my fav movies BTW
However, it’s something circumstantial. I don’t see it as something I’m constantly seeking, like a fetish. It’s more like a personal trait—something that’s very much a part of me and makes me feel really good.
Hey I don’t want to get too personal, but have you tried exploring this with a consenting partner? There might be a whole part to yourself you haven’t explored.
You do you, just sayin.
Like… obviously a lot of people’s kneejerk reaction is going to be “why would I ever say that to you???” but people kind of tend to love acting turns out so in a bubble of consent suddenly…
I understand what you’re saying. Yes, I’m currently in a relationship with someone who understands that it’s something I enjoy, and there’s no issue with it.
Nice!
