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I get so angry watching Fault in your Stars. The male lead character is so fucking pretentious, obnoxious, and annoying, especially with that fake cigarette shit. I have never disliked a fictional character so much and it probably makes me a bad person, but fuck Augustus Waters. Also, the dialogue is so fucking dumb, I refuse to read the book if it's anything like the screenplay.
Woman attacks woman, violence. Man attacks man, violence. Woman attacks man, violence. Man attacks woman, violence against women. Not supporting violence, just pointing out how stigmatizing that is. Just look at when Solange (or whatever her name is) assaulted Jay-Z. Nobody cared, it was actually considered funny. Ray Rice assaulted his girlfriend and there was a national outcry. No violence is good or justified but we shouldn't have this double standard. And since I know it's going to be assumed I'm a whining guy, I am a girl. Yes, girls can be against double standards.
I feel like Vine is indicative of how little attention people in our society have. Sketch comedy was the beginning but this is ridiculous. And the whole 'do it for the Vine' thing is indicative of how stupid, compulsive, and pressured some people are. Seriously. Would you do that same shit if it was for Facebook?
I need a shirt that says: "Hey world. I am single and am a-okay with that so stop telling me to stop being independent and ambitious and get a significant other and get married and have kids and do the housework and make dinners and give up the career so that I can finally be "happy." I am happy just the way things are... I just wish you'd accept that."
Whenever I move to the icy half of the sidewalk to allow someone to walk safely on the not icy parts, I make a rather one-sided pact with the other person (mentally), so that if I slip as they pass me, I have the right to grab onto them as a last resort before falling on my butt. They owe me at least that much, right?
To whoever keeps turning the lights back on in the Drew 3rd floor west side, please stop. Sure, I get that you can't see, but you also most likely have a flashlight on your phone. Or you could turn them back OFF when you're done, because I'm pretty sure you don't need to see in the hall when you're in your room. I can't turn my sleeping problems/insomnia on and off like the lights. Please respect that.
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My roommate is a self centered bitch who has zero empathy for others but plenty of judgement. We used to be friends. Now I literally get panic attacks when she comes home. Fuck you. And you're evil bird, he's a little shit.