Andrea Sturm
Stories (19/0)
THE BULLY
I think that the saddest aspect of the Bully is that they a developmentally delayed in human growth. They have been frozen in time in aspects of their character and they can be triggered to regress with just the right word or action. The thing is that which triggers a Bully is simply an illusion embedded in the past that they allow to the surface. I am, perhaps, a Bully when I am bullied. Having never owning that character out right, I have adopted the characteristics of a bully by mimicking their own action.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Humans
BATSHIT CRAZY
She never identified with them, the others, the ones she met. Awkward, in her way and highly introspective, she noticed the things that most others often did not notice. Things like the fine hair on the spider and the veins of a fallen leaf. Indeed, in such a vast world, there were others, but she had not met them yet. She identified, as just a girl on her social profile. Having not yet established a firm understanding of who she is but knowing that the setting in her urban community was changing, it excited her soul and she began an exploration. Unpacking her baggage and classifying it into categories and in a sequence of time. It served to help in a process that was thrust into her face as she navigated the urban streets as, she called herself, a gigger. The life of unexpected earnings and radical experiences in a setting that exposes ghosts of a past that is embodied in painful transformations from decades past. Times when the streets known as State Street, Rush Street, Division Street were composed of the degenerate decadence of an era now looked upon as despicable. Cocaine, Booze and Underaged sex in old haunts like Jays, Adolph’s, Le Coco Vin, Faces, The Hangge-Uppe. Decadence in an era of the Playboy club and Oak Street contours of the nightlife soulless lost children.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Poets
My Dream is a home filled with love
Dream home As a child I grew up in a fairy tale. Raised by my grandparents in Germany and across Europe we visited many different landscapes and I saw the most mythic magnificent homes. I visited grand castles. I climbed mountains. I engaged with mountain goats mostly running away from them. I ate fresh butter and cheese which was made from the milk of the goats. The view was majestic, and the air was clean. The Sky was layered in hand painted blue complemented by jeweled Golden highlights.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Lifehack
Live life love, love life live
Dream home As a child I grew up in a fairy tale. Raised by my grandparents in Germany and across Europe we visited many different landscapes and I saw the most mythic magnificent homes. I visited grand castles. I climbed mountains. I engaged with mountain goats mostly running away from them. I ate fresh butter and cheese which was made from the milk of the goats. The view was majestic, and the air was clean. The Sky was layered in hand painted blue complemented by jeweled Golden highlights.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Lifehack
Mindful meditation while walking
Mindful meditation while walking in Chicago Walking meditation is a method of walking that is typically a slow and deliberate pace. Life can better be lived at the same slow and deliberate pace. It is a practice of concentration while walking, focusing on breathing and pacing. Life experienced in a focused pace is defined by goals and achievements that are celebrated. It is different and immediately recognizable from the typical seated meditation because one’s eyes must remain open when walking and there are visual stimulants that impact the minds meditation process offering more interaction with the environment. In life external forces attempt to capture the focused mind to burden them with the deviated path, those external forces must be quelled, squashed and destroyed.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Longevity
The diner
The streets are lit with tea lights, neon or some areas the paper lantern. The dining choices exuberant with culture appropriate music blasting from each room across the city. The aromas of fresh bread to wake you in the morning, chocolate from the factories or meats from the local smoking houses if you’re in just the right neighborhood. The aromas of fresh garlic and oregano on a hot summer’s night wafting down the streets and into ones open windows engulfing the senses and a whole room, pasta, pizza and pastry from the most competitive culinary pizza and pasta crafters in the nation. Thin crust, stuffed crust and pizza baked upside down only landing upright once it hits the plate. Crusty pastry topping this true form of an authentic pizza pie. On a cool summer night one can stroll down the corridors of the savory excellence to engage in a tasting experience than surpasses no other. Chicago is a city designed to expand the waist band of even the strictest dieter.
By Andrea Sturm4 years ago in Families