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Ada Zuba
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Hello and welcome to my page. I love reading fantasy, mystery and thrillers. I am an Amazon Affiliate Marketer even if I make no money, but it keeps my spending habits down. I love writing in different genres and challenging myself.
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Stampede: Greatest Show on Earth
Stampede is the biggest event in my hometown. The smell of deep fried foods waft through the air, suddenly cowboy boots and shoes appear in store windows, downtown is covered in comical drawings of the Midwest. The atmosphere of Calgary does a 180 turn from people afraid to talk to one another to excitement. Stampede means summer is actually here. The weather turns undeniably hot and with the combination of buzzing food trucks; the temperature rises. The world looks different. For one thing, I love the excuse to wear my cowboy boots that are stashed away in the back of my closet. Secondly, going to the concerts are worth saving every penny. Thirdly, the food! Weird food ideas such as deep friend pickles or mustard and ketchup ice cream can be only found at the Stampede. The early and free stampede breakfasts at random grocery stores or parking lots fill up with people waiting to get their pancakes and maple syrup with a side of sausage. The carnival rides and games are all excitement and fun. This sounds like a good time doesn’t it?
By Ada Zuba11 months ago in Confessions
Do I Have Anxiety?
I'm uncertain of the precise origin of my struggles. A therapist might attribute them to my childhood experiences, and that hypothesis holds some plausibility. Friends, too, would likely agree with that assessment. Here's what I've been grappling with lately—a realization, or perhaps an epiphany, that has struck me deeply: I've never quite been the 'favorite friend.' Yes, there were fleeting moments in 5th, 6th, and 12th grade when I felt a glimmer of belongingness, but overall, I was simply there, blending into the background. Hugs, for some inexplicable reason, have always made me feel disconcerted, prompting me to substitute them with high fives as a means of conveying my friendliness. And when it came to asking questions in class, I would meticulously rehearse them in my mind, only to realize that the class had moved on to an entirely different topic. It often felt like hitting a dead end.
By Ada Zubaabout a year ago in Confessions
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