Bad habits
Just Like Me
What am I doing throwing myself at you like this? I have self control. I have self reliance. What makes me so enthralled with you? You may not be a mystery but you seem to be everything. Everything that I could be working for. The vision of a future where I see it all come to pass. The one experience sparked what charmed phoebe saw in her vision sometime ago. A premonition of what’s to come. Not knowing when but seeing what could be. So smooth how it all fits into place. The conversations and the connection. I wonder what happened or where I went wrong.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Why nobody is helping you.. Top Story - January 2024.
I received recently a message from a stranger on LinkedIn which I found very rude and misguided, so I thought I’ll write an article about it. This total stranger after a quick “Hello” message proceeded to send me a good bunch of messages asking me to help him any way I could, he was very persistent on me finding a job for him. I was taken aback by all these messages, firstly because this was a total stranger to me and secondly even if I felt like helping him, his very aggressive approach left a sour taste to say the least.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Shove the food down, not love
I loved receiving princess treatment from Leo. He treated me like I mattered, like I had a place in this wreckage world. Leo had been my 3rd boyfriend since starting at my new job. Maybe 3 is my lucky number, or well not so lucky for him.
By Kodah3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in Wanderlust
Greetings, fellow adventurers and travel aficionados! Join me as we embark on a laughter-filled exploration into the thrilling, occasionally chaotic world of a self-professed travel addict. Buckle up for a wild ride through the highs, lows, and downright hilarious moments that come with being "Lost in Wanderlust."
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Confessions
The insecurity in my eyes
I have come across a good number of persons who do have a problem of insecurity and I thought I’ll address it in an article even though I think most of them won’t get the opportunity to read this. Regardless! For those who will get the chance, I hope this can make a change in your life for the better and help you feel less insecure.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Setting yourself up for failure
When you walk into any classroom setting, you notice people sitting at the front of the hall and people sitting at the back of the hall. Was their choice of sitting position random, or did they deliberately choose where they wanted to sit in the hall? From observation, you realize that it doesn’t matter where the entrance into a hall is, people systematically choose where they want to be seated and how far they want to be from the person giving the lesson. It's fair to say that your sitting position can influence your success rate.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Do I really need a new phone?
Recently, I lost my phone, and here is my experience without one for a while. Nowadays, not having a phone is like being handicapped; it's like you lack an arm or a leg because there are just so many things you won’t be able to do. Things like communicating, getting information, speed thinking, note-taking, purchasing things and much more. A great deal of our lives is getting digitalized, making these little computers indispensable, like an extension of our bodies.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Emotional Intelligence (EI)
Emotional Intelligence (EI) Many of us are familiar with IQ (Intelligence Quotient), the result of a battery of tests used to gauge intellectual intelligence. Better cognitive talents, which include the capacity for learning and understanding, are indicated by higher IQ scores, and those with higher IQs are more likely to succeed in academic settings without putting in the same amount of mental work as those with lower IQ scores.
By Ibrahim Mshelia3 years ago in Confessions
Good Luck Next Time
I take the motorbike down to the beach. I decide against the paid parking spot and go further down to where the locals go, I’m a local after all. On the way I thought a Coca-Cola would suffice to defeat the pit of guilt for an angered night that burned alongside a steady, scattered hangover. There’s a little restaurant there that’s overpriced and sells those ‘I’ve been to Asia’ type tourist meals that people flock to. They’re fixing the side of the restaurant and the aqua blue tin sheeting has been pulled off and they’re using a drill to reconnect it. I remember that I, too, know how to complete such a task. I walked to the sand and seated myself on a red, leather cushioned lounge chair parked under a large umbrella, along a line of red, leather cushioned lounge chairs parked under umbrellas. It’s satisfying enough. I remember how my ex-girlfriend - the woman I asked to marry me and was engaged to for a short period - used to require sculling a can of coke as a means of curing a hangover. I remember my sister saying the same thing just a few days ago. I remember that my Mum loved Coca-Cola in a can too. Before she passed, after I’d finished a long day at work and finished all of our grocery shopping, being sure to bring home the coke that she asked for, she sent me back to the supermarket to exchange the Coca-Cola bottle for a can. She always preferred it in cans - nay, required it in cans. I sipped away before agreeing and sculling, thinking maybe it will help. “Hi sir, you want something to drink?” I knew what was coming. “No Chí cám ơn. Oh I can’t sit here? Ahhh..”
By Michael O'Connor3 years ago in Confessions
10,000 photos and a whole box of journals
What aspirations for 2024 matter more than peace and love? I'll admit, I use Vocal as a sounding block mostly and in difficult times barely at all. I work hard to craft my stories in a way that I can get my mental health in order as I build out the parameters of the challenges I enter. The Challenges are certainly what keeps me hanging on.
By Abbey June Schwartz3 years ago in Confessions
King of the Forgotten Land
It'll fuck you up, but it'll make you king of the forgotten land. That fucking bottle, the financial cost was at an all time low of three dollars. I don't know who told you that red wine was for the finer folk in society, but they were wrong. Sure, I mean believe it or not I've paid more than twenty dollars for the odd bottle of grape juice, the taste is phenomenal when you throw an extra buck on it, but the feelings all the same. Once, maybe twice I drank it in moderation, what an absolute bore it was. Sipping away like a happy little chap with a ticket to the chocolate factory, pretending I'm a superior human being, spitting on the bums with their disgusting clothes who perched next to garbage among the vermin. No no, not me. I knew what I was when I drank red wine. I was the vermin who lurked in the rotten alleyways and peered through blind eyes at the golden glow above, the golden glow filled with frocks and frills that caused me to shake with fury. How dare you have more than I, how dare you dress so clean so fresh and never have lived a life as I. You don't know what it's all about. You've not the slightest idea of what it means to be alive, to be human. See when I drank red wine, it wasn't to be used as a numbing agent to suppress the horror story that is life; it was to encourage that feeling, to put a heavy emphasis on the depressive nature of existing; to feel the beautiful, relentless truth of our society. Everything would come rushing in, and with tears streaming down my face I'd drift away to the songs of the other lost souls; Social Distortion, Days n Daze, Johnny Cash.
By Michael O'Connor3 years ago in Confessions
