Embarrassment
The Question: Unanswered?
It was a beautiful, sunny day in June 2018 where I mustered enough courage to ask my crush at the time, Shelbi, out on an exotic sushi date. I never received much attention in my earlier years of high school, and for the first time, I felt valued as an individual. There was a tendency to put on a mask to present my best self. Still, if a person knows who they are, what value they bring into relationships, and how to conduct that said relationship, that mask is but a tool to hide their insecurities. Only I learned this revelation too late.
By Dailyn Townes3 years ago in Confessions
How a Naked Man Made me Scream
Have you ever slept on a complete stranger's couch? I have. More than I can count on both hands, all over the world. Sounds crazy? Believe me when I tell you that it is one of the most eye-opening, exciting experiences to open your heart and get to know the world.
By Laura Blu Sandía3 years ago in Confessions
Hated at first sight
The first time I recall being hated at first sight was when I was 7 years old. It was the second day of school in the second grade. My mother worked for a company called Harris Hardwood and had gotten them to send a bunch of wood chips to my classroom for us to play with. The blocks were on the floor and the teacher told us to sit down in groups of 3 or four to play. I sat next to a boy and girl I did not know and immediately they both put their hands on the blocks and told me no. I advised them that my mother is the one who sent the wood to the school and they reluctantly allowed me to play with them.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
Single mother of 3
Single mother who never wants to mingle. I was abused so bad where death looked me in the face daily. I was beat every single day for 3 months straight. I still didn’t allow that horrific situation of my daily beatings and the kidnapping of me and my children build up hate. I was in so much pain. From getting my head bashed on toilet bowels, on microwaves, on car door panels and raped. Choked unconscious, phone thrown so hard at my stomach to cause a miscarriage, I constantly wondered my fate. My nose bit to the point my nose swollen so bad (3 times my normal size) that it look like I was in some kind of a fight with a animal, but this animal was not animal but a actual human. Bit into my right vein down deep in my arm, because I told him we need to separate, and that I was tired of being beat on and threatened to be kill everyday if I told anyone. Where my arm turned blue and purple and then red. I literally didn’t even know that was possible to see all those colors turning in my arm one by one by one as I was fighting for my life. Screaming for anyone to save us even while get cursed out and beat and laughed at and told me “no one will save you”, said by my abuser and kidnapper, while burning me with his cigarettes. All while him hearing me beg and scream for mercy and for help to rescue us. I have most definitely given up on love after my 3 months of straight abuse.
By La-Starr Sneed3 years ago in Confessions
The Foolishness of the Lake
The rays of the sun reflected off the lake surface, in shimmering, brilliant strands. The group of girls stood near the pond, changing into swim clothing after the long hike and horse ride down the path through the woods. The lake was not swimmable, for the water was too murky, too dirty. Not from pollution though, just a natural murky, mud filled lake-hole. While the sun shone brightly on it, and the reflection of the surrounding trees was gorgeous, the water itself stank of fish and dirt and sludge.
By Michelle Devon3 years ago in Confessions
This is How Not To Take Things Personally.
“The most difficult thing for a man to do is to be himself in a world that is constantly trying to change him.” This is one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson. When we first start school, we are told to sit down and shut up. We are told not to run, don't misbehave, we are told to fit in. We are essentially told to not express ourselves in any way shape or form. If you have a little bit more energy than the average person as I did, we are rewarded with detention, or even worse, we are assigned four little letters that will define us for the rest of our academic life, which are: A-D-H-D.
By Raviraj Patil3 years ago in Confessions
Hanky Panky Hilarity
It’s a random Saturday night. Nothing special. Both kids are down for bed unusually early from their exhausting day of yardwork and play. I flop on the couch and look around wondering just what the hell I’m going to do with all of this free time I have. It’s like eight o’clock on a Saturday night and I can do whatever I want.
By Simply Stacey 3 years ago in Confessions
Algorithms of a Break Up
I’ve attempted to re-create it, if that’s the correct word. I’m not sure about the terminology. I mean, I’m trying to basically de-construct the destruction or maybe reverse-engineer it. I don’t know. I mean can an event, a past event, be reverse-engineered or de-constructed? I’m going to attempt it. I have to.
By Steve B Howard3 years ago in Confessions
My hysterical work at home horror story....
So, like most people, I work at home. Gosh I'm so lucky! I get to wake up, get the kids off to school and head up to my home office. Today, being my mini Friday, I decide to go casual. Long tank top nightie it is! I'm workin’ in comfort! I sip my coffee and turn on my wax melts, throw open my windows, loving life and the smell of pumpkin spice, and the fact I work at home...all alone. Just me and my 6 doggies.
By Simply Stacey 3 years ago in Confessions
A Flatulent Tale
Why is the “acute stress response” called the “fight-or-flight response”. It’s too polarised. Why not the “fight-or-flight-or-freeze response”? For the anxious person - this one at least - in most cases, when shit hit the fan, neither fight nor flight was my instant reaction. More often than not... I froze. But believe it or not one of the most mortifying moments in my life is also one of my proudest.
By Miguel Rodrigues Fonseca3 years ago in Confessions