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Frozen peas, please
I've never called my Mum on the phone crying before. Either my life has been a series of good fortune that I've never felt the urge to call Lorraine and let her know how terribly unfair something was, or I've stuck to my ethos in that crying is a personal thing, and doesn't really need an audience. Either way, that tradition was shattered when I was in Prague.
Megan MaxwellPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA First Date in the Bronx
“Hey Terry, I’m headed out.” “Okay Micky, where you going?” “Down to Donovan’s.” “At this time of night?”
Aaron SteelePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsKarma Comes Full Circle
Let me start by saying that I’ve had a knack for video games ever since I was a kid. For some reason, I’ve been innately good at them. Whenever I walked into an arcade (for those who’ve never been in one think of it as a big room with a bunch of PS5s or Xbox Ones, but they’re in giant cabinets and they only each play one game) I made every single quarter that I put into those machines count. The best part of spending my time in arcades wasn’t necessarily just playing the games themselves. Playing against people made the experience so much better. I’m not a necessarily competitive individual, but I do have a problem with the arrogance that came from people, specifically older people. They always seemed to walk up to me with this smug look on their faces like they just expected me to shrink in fear because they were taller. Whenever anyone older than me would face me, they usually had to use a minimum of two plays. The first when they tried to “take it easy on me,” and the second when they found out that was a very bad idea the first time through. Regardless of the outcome, it gave me great pleasure to see that look of arrogance change to one of angry respect or just anger period as they walked away in inevitable frustration. As I grew older, I knew that I would experience that same feeling of being beaten by someone younger than me. I just never thought that experience would also come with an embarrassing bonus.
Anthony HallPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsTOO QUALIFIED FOR A MAN
As the sun rises with the ray of hope for others, it reminds me of how loneliness has eaten the better part of me. In reality, my heart remained lost and at the same time, it was eager to be found again. I completely embraced the reason I became lonely in the first place, education, it mapped my escape from reality.
Taiwo OgunnimoPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI've got 99 problems
But a bitch ain’t one. In fact, here are my problems, in no particular order. 1. The lyrics of Shaggy’s It Wasn’t Me.
Caroline EganPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAn imperfect fairy tale
it was about 2008, or 09' earlier or later the year. My parentes moved so much. Anywho, they moved to a another home in the same town we been living in, it was a nice home , next door were our new neighbors. We became befriended really fast even getting together during the holidays , summers, and even birthdays. Even today we still have a friendship, althought a little more distant, but can still chat like the old times. Reverse to some time after our families have befriended each other, at this time we are going to travel to, I was only about 18 or 19 years of age. Young and clueless lol. It was winter of either 2009/08, the holidays were in, this particular holiday was Thanksgiving and Christmas. As usual, I had gone next door to spend some time with my next door neighbors. I became good friends with one of family members, she is a niece to my neighbor. We really hit it off, and I am still grateful to today for our friendship, back to this particular day, it was a cold evening, I went next door to spend time with my neighbors and their family whom had visited, everyone was there, brothers, sisters, grandmas, granpas, uncles, nieces, nephews, you name it. In that crowd was a guy, he was about just about my age. No idea who was at the moment and you would figure I should know but I never asked. I did come to find out he was on break from military duty. I do recall seeing his photo at my neighbor's mother's home.( Yeah, I been there too! )thats how close my family and I became with our neighbors. Back to this boy, the first time I saw him I thought he was amazing, I was already an introverted and super shy person, I am thinking, only in my mind it's a fantasy if we were to hit it off. For starters, he was really cute, short hair, bright brown eyes, nice lips, and due to being in military which I don't know if it had anything to do with physique, but for me , he seemed physically attractive as well. He was also funny. Right away I had on crush on this boy. He and his family ( mom, sister, nephews, and nieces) were visiting for the holidays and staying in the same house.
deborah martinezPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsTo the woman who hit me
I don't know your name. If the cops had told me, I don't remember it. I only remember a few things from that night. 3 drops of blood on my right shoe. The people who screamed and came running from the parking lot. The look on the EMT's face when I told her she couldn't take me to the hospital; that I couldn't afford it.
Dallas LeFeverPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSalt instead of sugar
Salt instead of Sugar At the age of fourteen, I had my first real crush, and I say real because I have had month crushes, week crushes, and day crushes but these were all very short duration and not memorable at all. This crush, my real crush lasted until I found my husband which was not my crush, and it was only when I found my husband that I realized it was just a crush and not love. I went to a private school run by mostly my family members. Two of my sisters had Bachelor of Education degrees and were teachers at my school. My Mother's best friend was my teacher, and a couple of other adults I have known since I was a toddler .were teachers, all of which had bachelor's and master’s degrees in education, and had wanted better for their kids, and the kids of their friends. That is how the school got started and my brother in law was the principal. So, I went there, and it was great, amazing, and I learned and enjoyed my environment. I had my crushes for the short duration that I had them until that one day when a teacher who I admired husband came up to the school. She was a young teacher around 22 or 23 and I was 14. That day I volunteered to watch her class, while she went to make xerox copies for her class up the hall. I was pretending I was the teacher for that day and was reading to the kids, and he walked in. It was a crush at first sight. He walked into the room and ask where his wife was, I forgot how to speak my words made no sense and I was drooling, before I could make a fool out of myself, She came back, I went back to focusing on the little kids trying to act like I was mature, but laughing at things that was not even funny. so after that happened everything went back to normal, and I went to her class as much as I could in hopes to get a glimpse of him. It made my day if I saw him or if he said hello. The teacher whose husband I had a crush on had a writing contest. I love poetry so I decided to enter, and she said she would help me with my sentence structure and punctuation. she was not one of the judges, so it was ok. she invited me to her house on a Saturday. Saturday came, and I went hoping to see him but when I got there he was not there, and she sat me down at the computer and told me to let my hands and my heart guide me. I chose to write about my birth mom who gave me and my sisters away out of love for us because she was an alcoholic. While I was writing she was doing her exercises and we chatted in between. Thirty minutes later she said she was going bike riding and would not be gone long. At this point, I had forgotten about her husband and was focused on my writing. A little while later I heard the key in the door and was thinking wow, that was quick, but paid it no mind until he spoke, I froze like I was an intruder and was caught red-handed. So, he spoke again first greeting me, which I did not greet back, then asking about his wife’s whereabouts. he was a jokester and asked if I kidnapped her, but I literally could not speak as I was trying to gather my thoughts of how to reply so it would not be a repeat of our first meeting. His wife walked through the door, Needless to say, I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could, I quickly finished writing, lost my train of thought, and wrote a poem about love in the middle of my story that was not related to my mom at all. When I was done, I told her I was finished, and she told me to leave the computer open and she would proofread it and save it so I could make the correct adjustments later. My crush commented that he thought I was a mute and said other things to make us laugh. He was very funny, and that was another thing that had me crushing hard. Was that he made me laugh. He said to me, so now that I know you can talk its ok to speak and that he was not like a murder or something. His wife then asked him to take me home. I was thinking in my head, bad idea, please do not let him take me home, I cannot be in the car with him, It is not a good idea, I am in love with your husband lady. They were going back and forth about what he wanted for dinner and other things. She said she would drop me off because she had to run to the store. relief washed over me, and by the way, I adored, admired, and looked up to his wife so much, but her husband was a beautiful man like super beautiful long eyelashes, dark eyes, curly hair, tall, muscular as he was in the army or marines, I do not remember which, so as time went on, I decided that he was the one that I could live life, having a crush, and my world would be perfectly great. Anyway we used to go camping two to three times during the summer with family and families of most of the teachers at the school it was amazing, then one camping trips they were there and their tent was right beside, talk about pressure, I had to make sure I looked nice, and just did everything correct, as I didn’t want to get embarrassed. We watched movies at their campsite, and as they were all watching movies, I literally stared at him trying to engrain his face in my memory, and other silly things like that. When he asked me to take a picture of them most of the pictures were only of him, I was trying to focus the camera, but I just kept focusing on him, therefore, that is how the picture turned out, with just him being in the frame. One of the times we went camping, I played cards in the tent with his wife, and he was somewhere else, but I was so happy, because I was in the tent where he slept. So, as we were playing cards he came in, and he was wet, and I mean soaked, so I saw all the muscles, he asked me, if his wife was being nice, because he would put her out if she wasn’t, I laughed, and was about to leave, as I was walking away, he called me over to his car and gave me a whole bottle of soda, that was it, in my mind we were a couple, and that was my dowry. Everything went back to normal after the summer. I went back to school and I used to spend the weekend over my sister house. One weekend I stayed over, my sister told me they were having guests, so we clean the house and prepared food for the guess, at 7 pm they came, and it was my crush and his wife, and she was pregnant. I ran in the kitchen, with my back against the refrigerator, and slid to the floor, my stomach was full of butterflies, and my mind was all in a knot, I could not stop smiling, and I could not focus, my sister was laughing as she knew about my crush. When dinner was over, I was still very hungry, because I literally nibbled my food and didn’t dig in as I would usually, because I felt I chewed weird, and was afraid of him being the jokester he was, would make a joke, so after dinner my sister and my crushes wife went to chill in the kitchen, and my brother in law and my crush went in the living room, and my brother in law asked me to make them two cups of milk tea, I was so happy, this was my chance to impress. I got the two teacups and poured in boiled water, put in the tea bags added the milk, and the sugar. I wanted it to be sweet so I put 2 table spoons of sugar in, and took it to them, he thanked me , and said I was so sweet, I ran back to the kitchen with my hand over my heart, smiling so hard. A minute later my brother in law called me, and I thought they were so impressed that they gulped it down, and wanted more, but to my shock, and embarrassment, “he asked” was it a new recipe, and they both laughed, while rinsing their mouth with water. I went to the kitchen to see what kind of tea it was, and realized I used salt instead of sugar, so I went back, with my face super red from embarrassment, and told them I thought the salt was sugar, and apologized, remade it correctly and they loved it, but after that day if I made tea or anything, especially at camping, it became the running joke of, remember to use sugar. Needless to say, even though I wanted to be noticed by him, and was, it was because I used salt instead of sugar. To this day, he calls me his family, and even signed as a witness on my marriage certificate, and the reason was because I used salt instead of sugar.
Aisha El-aminPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Upside Is, He Married Me
We’ve been married for seven years. That said, I absolutely and equivocally do not advocate drug misuse of any kind. It’s just that, in our case, it led to a very happy, mutually fulfilling marriage.
Brynne NelsonPublished 3 years ago in Confessionswhen life kills your baby chickens
I was in seventh grade and I liked a boy. Middle school relationships are extremely complicated. They consist of conversations NOT between a boy and a girl, but between the boy’s friends and the girl’s friends.
Carrie WisehartPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Mysterious Button
Curiosity might be one of my exemplary qualities, but it has proven to have a dark and embarrassing side as well. When my inquisitiveness left me staring down the barrel of a gun it may have permanently tempered my nosiness.
Maria CalderoniPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Foulness of Baby Macbeth
To begin with, it should be stated that while most people like babies, nobody likes poop. Personally, I quite like babies; I always have. I have consistently been excited for the arrival of new life, have cooed over young children, have squealed “cute!” in the faces of human offspring who would probably have preferred a less aggressive greeting. I’m a baby person. I am not, nor have I ever been, what I guess you would call “a poop person.”
Brynne NelsonPublished 3 years ago in Confessions