Guilty or Not Guilty

[Vaelyn]

Guilty! KamiKatsu: Working for God in a Godless World

The next person has recently gone on vacation.

[IsabellaRose]

Not guilty, but DAMN do I need a vacation right about now. 

 

The next person prefers the woods over the beach.

[WickedCadrach]

Guilty. I burn more quickly than a crepe.

The next person enjoys camping.

[Minorikawa]

Guilty with an asterisk. There are some locations and times of year I'd never go camping. However, I do actually find enjoyment in it.

The next poster enjoys going fishing.

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Not guilty. My father was a SERIOUS fisherman and spent most of my early childhood (up to that unfortunate family court visit) trying to make me one too. I know the skills but take no pleasure in it at all.

Next poster is extremely poorly skilled at something the enjoy immensely.

[IsabellaRose]

Guilty. Painting. I'm terrible. Yet I love a fresh stretched canvas, the smell of the paints, the hopeful exuberance I feel setting up the easel and getting everything ready... mixing my colors, getting the palette all ready for that first stroke when I invariably ruin a perfectly good canvas with my talentless strokes.

 

The next person is really good at something they don't really get any joy from.

[Minorikawa]

Does over-thinking oneself into a depression count?

Possibly guilty in regards to my chosen profession. Evidently I'm above average at it (not that it has helped with stability), but anything I like doing as a hobby is not a viable career path.

The next poster would not trade their career for anything in the world.

[Raelyn]

Not guilty. I would like to find a job that I am very happy in. My current job is okay and pays well, but I don’t like some of the work I do.

The next poster would rather wait for a movie to come out on a streaming service rather than go to the movie theater.

*Edited because I answered the wrong question like a doofus.

Edited 6 hours ago by Raelyn

[LEROZERO]

Guilty. Can watch in the comfort of my own home without a whining baby or person bitching...

Next person knows how to make ONE specific food.

[Pixel]

Nah I love the cinema. Not guilty. If it's a movie I actually want to see, usually. Sometimes I can't make it but I still WANNA see it in theaters.

The next poster had a healthy breakfast this morning

[IsabellaRose]

Oh, two for the price of one!

I can make many specific foods, so not guilty.

And I am guilty of having a healthy breakfast - an egg white omelet with peppers, onions, spinach, mushrooms, and swiss cheese with air-fried sweet potato home fries.

 

The next person is planning on making a big meal tonight, or over the weekend.  

[Minorikawa]

Possibly guilty. I have some leftovers that I'll probably use tonight, but am otherwise low on supplies and need to grocery shop, which would be perfect for cooking something delicious with which I can have leftovers of.

The next poster loves cooking enough that they barely, if ever, order take-out.

[WickedCadrach]

Guilty-ish? I really enjoy cooking, but probably every week or two I get myself into a scheduling corner where it's late and I'd rather just get a little pizza or something. 

The next person had an 'ah-ha' moment this week where something suddenly became clear to them.

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Not guilty, or my memory has gotten shitty enough that I don't remember having an epiphany.

Next poster has a clear memory of the moment they realized their parents weren't as stupid as they thought.

[AsBloodTurnsEverCold]

Oh so very Guilty lol Mom never lets me live it down and I can't blame her.

Next poster has had an embarrassing moment their friends love telling stories about

[IsabellaRose]

Holy... wow. Yeah. Super guilty. I think I'm the one with the most stories that people laugh about. Ugh. I won't tell the whole story, but the way my friend tells it, it ends with:

"So Izzy is so mad that we locked them in that she keeps kicking and banging on the door, not even realizing we already unlocked it. She yells that she's going to knock the door down, and we hear her run across the room, these thump thump hard footsteps and then another BANG as she crashes into the door. So next time we hear thump thump thump footsteps we just opened the door. She goes barreling through, straight out the front door we left open, and trips down the front stairs barely keeping herself standing by just going with her momentum. When she finally stops she's halfway between the front door and the street in her underwear and Lex's parents are just pulling in the driveway, headlights right on her like a spotlight."

For reference, Lex was my boyfriend and I was supposed to meet his parents for the first time the next night when they got home from vacation, not that night when we were playing truth or dare. 

 

The next poster also has an embarrassing story they want to share so I don't feel as naked and exposed as I felt that night in front of Lex's parents.

[WickedCadrach]

Guilty.

So I used to do lighting for this little auditorium theater, and one night, I see this stage light that just looks kind of 'muddy' and I'm staring up into it like "what the hell?" But I don't want to bring down the whole rig, so I kill the lights, get a ladder, climb up and open the lens to see inside. I'm thinking maybe something came loose inside when the rig was raised or somehow something dripped into it (idk, something normal). As soon as I open the lens, I hear this terrifying rattling and something shoots out directly into my face. I have zero time, my mouth opens in surprise and whatever-the-fuck-that-just-was shoots directly into my mouth. It is bubbling-pizza-cheese-hot and I'm mainly trying not to swallow whatever it is while I start making this deranged bird-call of a scream from the top of a ladder. The rest of the crew is naturally 'alarmed' and rush up under the ladder to shout various versions of "Wicked, are you ok?" I finally get a handle on this thing in my mouth, the problem is, now I have nowhere to spit it because everyone's around my ladder like the final scene in a zombie movie. So I just pick a direction and spit. And about fifteen feet or so below me, I ping one of my fellow crewmembers in the face with a hot lamp (little lightbulb for the stage light) covered in my spit. Someone had apparently changed the lamp in that light but left the old burnt-out lamp inside the light when they sealed it back up, letting it cook in there—and I got to hear fun impressions of my panicked gargling of a hot lightbulb and jokes about how I don't swallow for awhile. 

The next person is afraid of heights.

Edited 3 hours ago by WickedCadrach

[WritesNaughtyStories]

I will get to Wicked's accusation in a moment, but I assure you, there are many stories my friends, relatives and acquaintances tell about me. Some of them are even not Alcohol Related Incidents.

Guilty-ish. I am cautious of heights. I have parachuted. I have rock climbed. I have roofed more than 1 house. I can climb a telephone pole and have. I have had rough parachute landings. I have slid down rock faces, I have tripped in a gutter and faceplanted in the yard. I have fallen off telephone poles. That shit hurts. Scared, not exactly, but really aware of how much it can hurt if things go badly.

Next poster has competed in some kind of physical contest with subjective judging (Gymnastics, Ice skating, cheer leading, dance etc)

Edited 2 hours ago by WritesNaughtyStories

[Minorikawa]

Guilty, as I did marching band in high school. Yes, I was a band geek.

The next poster still has some uniform attire from high school in their closet. Bonus points if it still fits!

[IsabellaRose]

Not in my closet, but at Mom's my old cheerleader uniform is hanging in that closet along with old Halloween costumes, my brother's marching bad uniform, and Lord only knows what else, so... GUILTY. It still fits. Or at least, it did last time my sister and I tried ours on lol

 

The next person desperately wants to go back and slap their high school self around to put them on a better path.

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Not guilty. Was actually after high school, but I did decline anal with one girl as college freshmen (I might have turned a few tricks and my own ass was a little sore...) and it wasn't THAT appealing. But I'd smack myself that evening - it kind of got to be a thing that didn't need to be.

Next poster has absolutely BOMBED a job interview and not gotten a job they know they'd have been perfect for.

Edited 2 hours ago by WritesNaughtyStories