Childhood
I AM A PENCIL
I AM A PENCIL … or at least this week, I am … ** // ** At the insistence and encouragement of my mother and grandmother, as soon as I could print, I’d be writing down little sentences. They often said I had a vivid imagination and shouldn’t let it go to waste. Unfortunately, through the years and several relocations, those little pieces of paper were lost. After all, I was only a kid. Back then, no one ever thought to keep anything like that. We lived in a small apartment and didn’t have room for much else but the family.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
Gils and Fur
Mermaids and werewolves. What do these two things have in common? Nothing much, really. They’re both popular in fantasy genre. Though werewolves have been more heavily featured in horror movies. Thanks to the various stories that have featured them killing and eating human beings. Our innate fear of what we do not understand.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Confessions
The Old Sheeps' Farm
My earliest memories are always filled with sheep. My father had sheep, and so did a lot of the neighbours. They had been crucial to the island economy for generations, providing both meat and the wool for our traditional fabric, Harris Tweed, which was spun at home by women and sold to bolster families' income.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking the Cycle: Overcoming Avoidant Attachment in Relationships
What is the most obvious trait of avoidant attachment personality in intimate relationships? It must always give people the feeling of rejecting others from afar, and the more they are moved, the more they want to escape.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
The price to pay for our ignorance
In the age of technology, education has never been more accessible, and I think it’s only going to become more so and possibly get to the point where we get injected knowledge directly into our brains. That will be an interesting outcome actually, less work for us knowing things and more time to apply that knowledge to do the things we like, but we are not there yet, so I’ll talk about the reality as it stands.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Why things aren’t changing (for you)
The sad reality is that for a lot of us, our lives have been pretty much the same. We do the same things, we get the same results, and we constantly wish for a change, we want the world to change, for it to become a better place, a nicer place and everything we imagine. In the same way we want our lives to become better, maybe earn more or even just to do better the things we already do.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
The easy way out
One fact I wish more people knew about is just how lazy their brains are, especially when it comes to analyzing events and drawing conclusions. Our brains will always seek the easiest solution to avoid having to do a lot of work purposefully so to save on energy, time and resources. What this means is that in every occasion we have to make use of our willpower to push our brains not to limit itself to the basic conclusion but to go beyond.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Visiting Some Old Ghost
In the story It by Stephen King there is a part where the character Ben Hanscomb returns to the area where he first encountered the antagonist of the story as a child and when his cab driver makes note of this visit he says he was just “visiting some old ghost”. Just over a week ago I had my own visit with some old ghost when I went back to the city of Chapel Hill, which is where I used to live as a kid.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
