Embarrassment
- Top Story - November 2022
A Sort Of Problem
Introduction I recently wrote a piece setting myself a task to create a fiction that was entirely positive. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did, and the story I am talking about is at the end of this one. So what is my problem?
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a year ago in Confessions The Rules
My mom says that it is a universal experience to be lonely, awkward, anxious, unaware. That I was not the only fifteen-year-old uncomfortable in her skin.
Caroline MckennaPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Two-Week Plan
I wonder about how we make friends. Peter Ustinov said that friends are not the ones you pick; they are the ones who simply got there first. Others believe that friendship is deeper than any love affair can be. People often regret losing a friend more than a lover.
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe possum War
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”
D-DonohoePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsI HATE MY BODY
I’ve never felt sexy. I’ve never looked at My body and thought “damn you sexy”. I’ve never felt like a sexy goddess when I was sharing my body with someone else.
Bekka MareePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsTurning Weaknesses into Strenghts
Turning weaknesses into strengths is what I urge you to do, and that’s what I’m doing with these posts, or rather, these random thoughts foisted as scientific truths. You know Mina and the late Battisti who never showed up for their own reasons? Well, the more they were hidden, the more their cachet increased. Now, I’m neither Mina nor Battisti, I also have a tin ear, but I think that, maybe, being holed up, communicating only through a blog, can help me build a “mysterious and intriguing” character capable of dazzling readers. Yes … yes, right. In the meantime, I try, because it is the only thing I can do. Do it too, transform your shyness into reserve, your fear into modesty, your silence into grace, into sensitivity, into intuition. Outside there are many noises and you, on the other hand, gather in the center of yourself to listen to the music of the heart. (Violins in the background.)
Patrizia PoliPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Girl Who Hates Your Ancestors While Wearing Your Favorite Color
I was two weeks into a residential treatment I'd set up for myself. I had gone before and decided to go again to get myself back on my feet after a strain of peculiar events that had followed through a few weeks prior. I had come to adjust to the group I had myself placed in and started to find a form of comfort. I had my friends and my frenemies, but none were true enemies.
MPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsYou fed your daughter what?
Do you remember the early days of the pandemic? You know at about May 2020, when we’d just shut down, the stores were running out of toilet paper, and we thought that everything would be done and dusted by July?
D-DonohoePublished about a year ago in Confessions- Top Story - October 2022
5 Things That Make Me Weird?
I think I'm secure enough in myself to admit that I'm an acquired taste, a little bit on the weird side. That might change depending on the comments I receive, but we'll just go with it for now.
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in Confessions I Want To Marry a Nobody
I'll let you in on something most people could give two shits about but for some reason I think you might care to read about: I've always had a weakness for nobodies. Only women of course, I am not gay.
Everyday JunglistPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsToothpaste
A moment to yourself. Nothing to think about but your daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, and things seem to be normal as they should. At a moment's strike, you find it in the mirror. Tears roll down your face. You find it hard to breathe as you brush your teeth. you continue to brush until the tears become overwhelming. The saliva forces you to swallow some toothpaste and you can't help but weep. You begin choking on the toothpaste and you stop so you’re not found on the floor.
Goosey Q.Published about a year ago in ConfessionsNo, really, you're fine
You’re not supposed to look at your phone when you cross a big downtown street. But you know how it is. And please refrain from judging me. It felt urgent. I mean, it binged, didn’t it?
Brigitte PellerinPublished about a year ago in Confessions