Why is she smiling? Your guess is as good as ours, but it probably has something to do with one of the anonymously submitted confessions below. (Ross May / Los Angeles Times; Getty Images)
Readers’ tales of bad behavior have continued to roll in since we put out the call for anonymous pandemic-related confessions of shame-inducing, rule-flouting conduct earlier this month.
In the first three installments of our coronavirus confessional, you’ve regaled us with anecdotes of binge-eating, illicit hookups and enjoying the extended time at home more than you think you should.
Below are transgressions that touch on readers’ interactions with their cohabitants, teachers behaving badly and finding pleasure (and self-pleasure) during the pandemic.
The quirks and irks of corona-habitation
It’s not exactly rule-flouting, but since my husband has been home due to quarantine and taking more time in the shower than is his usual, I’ve had to start hiding the good shampoo I use to maintain my hair. That stuff costs a bundle, and he uses entire palmfuls of it.
My partner has been social distancing with his family in his home country, and being apart from him is making me realize how many things annoy me. I have finally been able to clear my thoughts because I don’t have to prepare myself for acting interested when he talks about film podcasts and the dumb conversations they have.
I’m the eldest child of a family of seven living together. I am fortunate that my father can support all of us. But I purposely continue to do gig work, even though I don’t need to, just to escape from my family for a bit.
OMG, I have hosted gatherings every other weekend. My friends have been texting inviting themselves over because they don’t want to stay home! I’ve gone to lunches and dinners, managing to find a spot to sit down to eat. Oh, I have slept over at a handsome man’s house that I met before quarantine. We had sex, again, again and again! My only regret — not having had more sex.
I’m a 50-year-old business owner and mother of two kids, both in college. I’ve worked and been a hands-on mom for the past 22 years, but with the pandemic, I’ve decided to give myself an old-fashioned, work-free summer when Monday is meaningless, and frozen pizza and ice cream are staples. I’m going to lose myself in books I’ve always wanted to read but didn’t have the time. “War and Peace” is my first pick, and I’m loving it.
I attended a birthday gathering, and it got a little bit wild. There were about 15 people there, but it was so fun. I cried the next day because I felt so guilty.
Tales from the teacher’s lounge
I am a high school teacher and am on Zoom from 8 a.m. until 3 p.m. most days. After six hours online, I couldn’t take it and attended a faculty meeting while using the bathroom — video and audio muted, of course — but it was a glorious act of rebellion and in line with the prepared content of our meeting.
At the beginning of the outbreak, I ordered 75 bottles of Purell, including two full-liter bottles, and I still have most of them.
Not-working from home
I feel very guilty there has been so much hardship for so many while I wholeheartedly enjoy my social distancing. I have no pressure to see friends. I work almost exclusively from home — with cut-back hours but a full salary — and can use up time watching TV, reading, playing PS4 with the friends I do want to see and justifying ordering unhealthy foods by saying it’s helping businesses. I’m 27 and am reliving much of my life as a 16-year-old and have loved it.
I’m a visual artist, and up until quarantine, my day job was hanging art at wealthy people’s houses. Now I am on unemployment, and I get to stay home and make my own art. I love it. I feel guilty saying that, but it’s awesome.
The grab-bag of shameful behavior
It feels wrong to say that I hate weddings, but they are so cliched, unoriginal and overly sentimental. Now I don’t have to go to any for the rest of the year.
After a month into lockdown, I texted my aesthetician and asked if she had a key to the salon. She responded, “Yes,” and I said, “Great. Please come in. I will pay you cash. Don’t tell the owner.” And we did just that. She came in earlier to sanitize the salon. We both wore masks and left the shades down. She colored my hair and waxed my body. She was grateful for the cash, and I was grateful for the services.
Next up? A best-of compilation of our favorite coronavirus confessions.