Bad habits
A Friend of Hope
Last week I was in my car on the way home from work when I got a call from a childhood friend. It had been a minute since the two of us last spoke so I was surprised to be getting a call from him. When I picked up the phone he gave me some devastating news, a friend of ours who we had known since the first grade passed away. What made it worse was he died by suicide. All I could think about and ask myself was how could this good kid who was always smiling and vibrant could’ve taken his own life? Of course that’s a question many of us ask ourselves when such a tragedy happens.
Joe PattersonPublished about 18 hours ago in ConfessionsIntrovert ME'
The Quiet Strength of an Introvert: My Story I've always been an introvert, content to spend time alone with my thoughts and feelings. As a child, I'd spend hours lost in books, exploring imaginary worlds and characters. While my friends played outside, I'd retreat to my room, happy in my own company.
Isra SaleemPublished a day ago in ConfessionsWhat Is Old?
Introduction I keep seeing memes like this showing things that people used, saw, heard or knew about in their past, and very often the term "old" is used as a derogatory term when applied to someone.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in ConfessionsAre you lazy?
In terms of productivity, I’ve been looking for tools to measure precisely my productivity. I found a couple of them which did give me some promising results, but eventually I realized that I didn’t need tools to measure my productive. I also understood why companies don’t measure productivity in terms of what people do on a daily basis. They look at the bigger picture, at the end of the day it's the execution of the higher level tasks which matter and not what small tasks people get done daily.
real JemaPublished 2 days ago in ConfessionsPeople Hearing Without Listening
We need a story. We orient our life on the trajectory of getting from one place to another. We base our opinion on ourselves through our percieved status—both personally and socially. But life is unbearably complex. Its layers are infinite. We are bound to miss something along the way. Not only that, but our personalities and life experiences guide our interests, limiting what we spend our time with; thus limiting what we can become an expert in. For such reasons, we rely on preexisting stories - narratives, rules, guides, and dogmas that have gone before us - to save the time and energy it would take to make a fully formed decision on a path in life. The ability to capitalize on others' wisdom is what makes us human. We are not bound by trial and error of our own stupidity and success. We can save ourselves much suffering by listening to what others have found useful. But this unbearably valuable niche has its downfalls.
Geno C. ForalPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsBroken Hearts Fall Silent
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
Mercedes ChavezPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsThe reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsWhy isn't Racism & Colorism From Black Africans Talked About
Tuesday, 28 May 2024 By TB Obwoge I've written about the issues of racism and colorism in Africa before, as a matter of fact it is one of my favorite topics because its the most ignored topic. Black Africans, mostly, are so quick to proclaim that they're the most accepting people in the world. Even claiming they're too accepting. Which is really odd because skin color and shade matters more to a Black African to even some white people.
IwriteMywrongsPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsThe Tapestry of Lies
In the heart of a bustling city, where neon lights danced upon the facade of skyscrapers, and the cacophony of voices intertwined with the symphony of car horns, there lived a man named Oliver. He was a connoisseur of lies, a master weaver of deceit, whose life was entangled in the intricate threads of falsehoods.
Samson E. GiftedPublished 5 days ago in ConfessionsAccountability
How often do we play the blame game when life gets rough? Very often I suppose. When things go wrong we often cry, get angry, start pointing fingers at the cause of our problems and throw ourselves a big pity party to prop ourselves up, but one thing we often fail to do is take accountability for our actions.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in ConfessionsWhy Is The Customer Still Always Right?
I can still remember the first time I encountered a rude customer. She looked to be around three decades my elder, with brunette hair that was cut in a style that could only be described as choppy and blunt. She was third in line to be served at the McDonald’s where I worked when she spotted me putting parfaits in the refrigerator.
Jade M.Published 6 days ago in Confessions- Content Warning
In Memoriam
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
The Schizophrenic MomPublished 6 days ago in Confessions