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Silenced by Society
I have always been told that I need to "conform" in order to be more palatable. I received this advice as "minimize who you are so that others can accept you." What if acceptance is not what one seeks? What if I simply prefer to be who I was created to be; unapologetically me! You see I was born in the 80s which was an interesting time to be created. I was raised in the 90s which was the era of expression, creativity, individuality and less judgement. Flash forward to 2021 and it seems that majority of people want you to tiptoe around your true feelings and ONLY express what is pleasing to the majority of society. On the one hand we live in an era where things that were typically frowned upon are now highly accepted and encouraged. "Be You" is what they scream from the rooftops while simultaneously silencing those who stand firm in their beliefs. They say "accept people for who they are" while also saying "hey don't say that you may hurt feelings!" So my question is which one is it? You can't have it both ways. One who wants to be accepted must also learn to accept that which may go against their choices/preferences; why can't both types of people exist? Why do I have to think like you in order to be liked and understood? What ever happened to agreeing to disagree? Why can't you see a white dress and I see the gold one and we BOTH be right? Is it absolutely necessary for people to agree with you in order for you to be comfortable in YOUR OWN SKIN? Since when did it become the job of others to make US happy? Happiness comes from within right or is that just a cute little cliche? How long will those who oppose certain things be silenced by society before eventually losing their own voice? In the end; whose right and who's wrong? Can both not co-exist?
By Lelelapoete Speaks3 years ago in Confessions
Two Lies and a Truth
A Lie: me to me When someone asks me what keeps me up at night, what mistake from the past will haunt me till my dying day, what cringe cannot be undone, the moment that comes to mind is when I pretended someone else's writing was mine.
By yanina maysonet3 years ago in Confessions
Going Home
My father walked me down the aisle when I was 19 years old. As we stood in the back of the chapel waiting for our cue he squeezed my hand and said "Are you sure? Just let me know and we'll keep on walking out the back door." I laughed and told him I was sure.
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Confessions
Didn’t You Know That Wearing a Mask Makes Your Arms Fall Off?
Last week, I met a new guy and 15 minutes later I called him a “f**king idiot”. In the midst of a pandemic, covid-related subjects come up quickly in a conversation. He happened to say he doesn’t wear a mask at his workplace because he wants to “breathe properly”.
By Diana Bernardo3 years ago in Confessions
Small Town Girl Meets Big City.
I’m not sure what I was thinking accepting a college co-op location in the big city of Toronto. I knew nothing of city life, growing up in a small community two hours north. It was only a month-long stint for our final credit before graduation, and I chose a cottage magazine publisher that spoke to my rural roots. I wore a pinstriped suit, hair pulled back so neatly I must have resembled a child dressing up in her mother’s closet for a fake fashion show.
By Christina Hunter3 years ago in Confessions
A letter of the deepest and heartfelt reflections.
To my beloved friend, and my dearest love, Time is a tester of the quality of two souls who claim to be in love. Pain is the tool, and agony is the rod. Affliction is the refiner of patience between two who have deep feelings invested in each other, and the resolve to remain affectionate, to remain soft, to remain tenderhearted towards each other. I would say with total confidence, that my investment in you, was worth every shekel and every hay-penny, spent. My calculations on such an investment, despite my shrewdness and ability with handling numerical quantities, couldn’t accurately predict the value you have brought into my life. Though at times I may be ignorant of your emotions, and unaware of how certain responses may hurt you despite the truthful words spoken boldly with all due sincerity, and with earnest intent, you have cherished me without question and loved me, all the more deeply. I owe you much, so very much indeed. I praise you for the steadfast patience towards our friendship, our bond. I would confess with all due humility, that I am not the easiest soul to love, nor is it easy to cherish such a bond with me. But you, despite the odds and the criticism of proud mockers saying otherwise, and the scorners treating us with contempt, such disdain has neither dissuaded us, nor discouraged us, from loving each other, all the more.
By Jordan Zuniga3 years ago in Confessions
How I Pranked My Mom
I live in a small town called Evansville and in the flat state of Indiana. Don't worry, this isn't like one of those Pinterest recipes you saw that start off talking about the Pilgrim age of doing things. I'll do my best to get straight to the point. My husband and I pranked my mom. Well, really it was his idea, and I might have tweaked some wording to make it sound like me.
By Vanessa R. Powell3 years ago in Confessions
Dream Date?
My mother reminds me regularly that I’m getting older and can’t afford to be so picky when it comes to a life partner. “You’ll end up on the shelf”. Of course I know what she means but I’m always tempted to remark, “Shelf, what shelf? Is it solid wood, veneer or plastic?”
By Margaret Cioffi3 years ago in Confessions
I saw You in a Dream Be Like Me
I am very cautious when I hear people tell me that I dream of you. After, this story maybe you will understand my experience. Well I met my spiritual mom as I was working at my second job. We started sharing our experiences with each other. I would talk to her on the phone often. Then one day was different she said she had to share something with me and as I sat on my mom’s floor about a local pastor being her husband. I told her who I thought he was. She was surprised that I knew and from that day I became her witness to share with her the things I saw and knew about this relationship.
By Avizz V Wright3 years ago in Confessions
Fire Pants
Fire Pants You, my friends, are LIARS! Don’t get offended or too hasty, because I did call you my friends first. I’m a LIAR TOO! We all are. Our parents lied, our grandparents lied and our kids will follow suit. Our leaders, politicians, and preachers all lie. The billboards, the banks, and everything on the News. Our Businesses, the scientists, and even your boss too! ALL LIARS! If anyone has ever told you that they don't lie, it is a lie! This is not to pass judgement on anyone. I can assure you that my “liar-pants” have been on fire for 36 years. No, this is more of a cordial invite to a dinner party. The main course: TRUTH sirloin marinated in homemade LIES with a side of GOSPEL gravy. It can be a little tough to chew at times, but we still cook it to perfection. No need to R.S.V.P., because it's cooked in your own kitchen.
By Tripp Any Where3 years ago in Confessions