Stormy Robertson
Bio
I'm just a kid writing what I'm passionate about.
Stories (17/0)
The Issue Today
I am scared of chickens. Namely, roosters. This is due to a particularly traumatic experience I had with one a couple of summers ago. There was a rooster on my grandparents' farm that I just knew was evil. Everyone else would joke about him being tough and protective, but would never listen when I tried to convince them that it went much deeper than that. That rooster knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it. The first few days I was there, I carried a garden hoe with me whenever I was out by the barn, simply for protection. He’d come near me a few times, but whenever I made it clear I still had the hoe, he’d back off. One day, I made the fatal mistake of not only going out while I was tired but also without my hoe. As soon as he noticed that I was not armed or partially on my ‘A Game,’ he went after me. He was running, I was running. I tripped and suddenly he was on top of me. I finally got myself back up and into the house. I noticed blood on my pants and discovered he had cut me on the inside of my thigh. I told my grandma that the rooster attacked me, and she told me I'd be fine. I make sure to point out the scar on my leg whenever I see her now. Since then, it’s been a running joke that I hate roosters and that I am terrified. The truth? I am terrified of roosters, no matter how kind they may seem to be at the beginning.
By Stormy Robertson6 years ago in Viva
You Didn't Love Me
One of my biggest faults is that I can find a way to forgive anyone and I can find a lesson in every way someone hurts me. Time after time, it leads to more hurt when I inevitably let these people back in after I’ve convinced myself they’d never do it again. After years of being hurt in the same ways, usually by the same people, I promised myself I’d stop. No more forgiveness, everybody got one chance and after that chance was gone, so were they. I lost people quickly, determined to stay true to my promise. I was angry all the time, which was exhausting. I had thought this would help me from being hurt, but I was hurting myself. So I let you back in, I listened to the lies and promises and told myself they were truthful. I knew I was going to get hurt, you said verbatim the same things all the others had said. I knew who you were, there’s no way we talked about the things we talked about and didn't know each other. Yet, as the saying goes “there’s comfort in consistency”; I always went into things knowing I’d be hurt, why stop then? So I did what I’ve always done, and ignored every red flag. I jumped in head first. Ignored everyone that told me not to.
By Stormy Robertson6 years ago in Humans
'You Have to Love Yourself'
“You have to love yourself before you can love someone else.” Well, no. In my 18 years on this planet I have not learned as much as I would’ve hoped to, but I do know love. I know what it feels like, as well as how to give it. I know how to love the right people, and I know how to love the wrong ones. I know how it makes your heart feel whole even on the roughest days, and how it has that insane ability to make it seem as though everything will work out—even when it won’t. I know the feeling you get in your entire body when you look at someone you love laughing. I know how it feels when love leaves. And I know that even though I do not yet have unconditional love for myself, I have loved and I have loved fully.
By Stormy Robertson6 years ago in Humans