Confession Bear

Or you can do what I do: I carry a red clown nose with me wherever I go. If a conversation turns contentious I just put on my clown nose, following which nothing I say is taken seriously by anyone and practically everyone is offended. I call that "win-win."

That's me.

I self-identify as a chicken. I'd seek seek professional help for this mental disorder, but my family really needs the eggs.

If you can't accept yourself for who are. How do you expect others to accept you for something you aren't?