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Stock Picking in 2009
Do you ever get a feeling in your head and know that you are right? There is no explanation or concrete evidence that you are right, but the feeling persists. For me, it was picking stocks in 2009. I was a finance major in college and was required to pick a company and do a detailed analysis and compare that stock to another stock in the sector.
By Noah Glenn3 years ago in Confessions
Without YOU there is no ME
Sometimes I have so much to say: so many unspoken I love yous and thank yous for all you've done for me and gave me but...A gasp of fear that it might be the last time I ever say those words to you stops me, to keep a hope inside me that we always have tomorrow.
By Georgia Michaelidou3 years ago in Confessions
"I don't want to lose you" Then where are you?
A story of when a guarded woman let her guard down. The reason why most of the time guarded women who have been in her situations don’t do this is because they have “heard” and “saw” the worse in the opposite sex. They carry those memories of being hurt, and never really want to feel vulnerable again. This woman has been through things that most people never even think up, or listen to her as if she is over dramatizing the situations she has been through. Most listen, she usually only gives the basic details as she feels they would never believe the full truth. The thing about this woman is that she doesn’t lie about what others have put her through. She tells her story now with pride instead of shame. She speaks up and never stops because she’s been silenced, by family, by friends and by partners. She’s been called annoying for ranting on about her life. Most look at her in shock while she smiles, a nervous habit. Everyone seems to put themselves first instead of ever thinking about her. She is always there when people need her, and never gets bitter when she has to handle life . She has been there for people who constantly break her trust because she knows what it’s like to deal with everything on her own. Usually she doesn’t even ask for help anymore, she figures it out alone.
By Moon Child 3 years ago in Confessions
Private humiliation is the worst
I have shared several stories where I was humiliated in public but there is one situation that I brought on myself. I cannot go back and change it but I share so that others may glean from my youthful mistake. When I was in the 8th grade I was 5 foot 1 and weighed about 90 pounds. I was pencil thin and flat-chested and that is truth and not self-depreciation. I had just begun my monthly period while most girls experienced their flow at age 11. I felt different and was shy and quiet and teased a lot.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
Right Picture, Wrong Time
Today I’m going to share my most embarrassing moment. Although there have been so many to date, at this time, I can think of only one moment that left me absolutely mortified with shame. The day one goofy, inappropriate picture taken by my laptop's web camera for my long-distance, very sexually open boyfriend was discovered by my father, of all the horror! So here’s what happened... my boyfriend and I were talking over Skype, a now outdated video chatting software, one day when the subject of intimate relations came up. At the time, we were over 5,000 miles from each other and had no way to express our love in that way, so we mostly sexted a lot until things got more heated.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Confessions
Yellow
It was a summer night in the Midwest, maybe twenty years ago. I was at a bar alone, a habit that I practiced quite often back then. I loved the freedom and the small degree of anonymity found by sitting at the bar by myself. I am not chatty; I will certainly speak to someone if he strikes up a conversation (almost always a “he”), but usually the only dialogue was between the bartender and me, and that was usually a brief conversation.
By Bryan W. Conway 3 years ago in Confessions
A little too Vocal?. Top Story - March 2021.
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
By Sierra Ginae.3 years ago in Confessions
One Time At Band Practice
Lucas Rogers was a rare breed for the small high school I grew up in. Many girls had crushes on him, and I was no exception. He was a band geek, but one of the few tan and handsome men at our school. He always wore nice, preppy clothes, and a tight beach themed necklace followed by a cross around his neck. He could make a joke out of anything and was never less than lively. He was friendly to everyone, no exceptions.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Confessions
Ice Cream Romance
This week was brutal. I look the same in the mirror, but on the inside, I am merely just remnants of the person I was on Monday. Still, my day is not over as I grab a shopping cart and walk into my local grocery store. I have wanted a glass of merlot since noon. However, instead of beelining to the wine isle, my crushed ego and spirit pull me over to where I know you are lurking, the freezer section. I impulsively grab you as I cannot resist your pint sized chocolatey and peanut butter goodness and I head to the checkout line.
By Amy Solt3 years ago in Confessions
What goes around
Tonight, I will be getting married at midnight. The poor guy just doesn't know it, yet. I caught sight of myself reflected in the copper elevator door of the luxury hotel, Wynn Las Vegas. Wearing not quite a bridal outfit. Red latex dress and black velvet choker, to hide my barcode, I look so young. Young? Not really. I’m 52 but I look 25. And I will forever.
By SARAH STEWART3 years ago in Confessions
My Most Embarrassing Night As An Officer Because Of Taco Bell!
This happened to me in the late nineties and was at the time an extremely embarrassing experience. So hey, let's share! Work had been stressing me out and I just wasn't sleeping with a damn that week. Not that it's an excuse, but I'm painting the picture and giving some context. I got off work at noon on Saturday. Being a single parent I had a seven-year-old that had spent two days with my parents I was so busy. Right after work, I went to pick up my son and we went for lunch. Back then I had an affinity for quick and easy lunches so we picked up the mighty, Taco Bell. I had two burritos and four tacos. I bought extra to throw in the microwave before work because my plan was to stay awake until seven and then take my son to my folks' house for the night. One more night before my weekend began was all I could think of that day.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Confessions