Jeff Johnson
Bio
I am that late bloomer that decided to follow his passion late in life. I live for stories that are out of bounds, unusual, and beyond normal limits. I thrive on comedies, horror stories, and stories that tug at your heart.
Stories (41/0)
Self Esteem Of A Gay Man
What exactly is self-esteem? Dr's, Psychiatrist, Psychologist, Therapist study this attribute of human's in-depth, presenting different angels about how to treat and even cure self-esteem issues. I think I have encountered them all and tried them all. From my point of view, self-esteem boils down to a straightforward question, "How do I view myself?" That simple may be oversimplified and detangled, but it is that simple.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Humans
Blossom Where You Are Planted
Over the past few years, I have felt the crunch of life being life. Yet, it seems life is constantly pushing me to improve in some way or the other. Sometimes I go down unwillingly. Other times, I come along agreeable seeing the need. All the while learning and feeling the pinch when I am resistant to learning the lesson presented. I started to see things that I became lit up about, sometimes in a storm of anger, sometimes in a flurry of this is incredible.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Motivation
The White Horse
When I was a child, I knew I was different. It was apparent from the things I liked to the things I detested. --For example, I did not appreciate the sounds of banjo or the Country Music Singer's caterwauling strumming on a guitar. It hurt my ears. I despised chicken and dumplings and would leave the table if someone said "Squirrel." My friends considered me disloyal because of my sensibilities.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Psyche
What does Art mean?
My whole life has been one mixed-up mess of mistakes, some happy mistakes some, not-so-happy mistakes, but all of them have to lead me to where I am today, which is sitting here typing and drawing. My mom said I started drawing when I was about four or five years old so, I don't remember that far back. However, when there were hard times, I had Art to get me through some pretty stiff stuff.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Motivation
That Time I Saw Something I Could Not Explain
When I was young, we lived near a highway life was hustling and bustling. I saw a bus wreck, hit-and-run, several trucks overturned and was awakened in the middle of the night countless times to broken down drivers needing to use the phone to get help all of this at the ripe old age of Six.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Confessions