Friendship
Humility Cure
When I was around the age of 12. I was a realy arrogant and stubborn kid. some may argue that those two are common traits among young, pre-teens. Nevertheless, I was overly arrogant to the point where I would put others down to boost my self esteem.
Writing For MePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Never Met A Becky-Liz I Didn't Like
I wonder if it is typical of the elderly to consider things to be not any longer worth the effort or do most if not all of us feel thankful for the relative lack of pressure to perform and prove ourselves. I would guess the latter may be the case for some but cannot say that this represents my personal outlook, somehow.
P. B. FriedmanPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAre You Stuck in an Unhealthy Friendship
Have you ever found yourself in a friendship with no scope for you to have anger and frustration over your friend's actions? You are always the one trying to make your friend happy, but they never reciprocate your actions?
Tarun GuptaPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDon't Apologize for the Rain
When I got married at twenty-one, I knew it would be a few years before my husband and I were ready to have kids. We were both young and naive, had a few more years of college ahead of us and no money. But a family was definitely something both of us saw in our future.
AmandaPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsToo Many Cups of Tea
Chamomile He writes that he wants to stay for a month, but a month is a long time to spend with a complete stranger. And my recent experience with a B&B guest who had to be forcefully evicted by my beefy next-door neighbor hasn’t left me in a trusting state of mind.
Wendy CohanPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Redheaded Devil from Japan
Another chapter in the soon-to-be-published novel “Comfort Thomas”. There were lots of chances for F. Red’s to prove he was as fearless – and cool – as Jacques-O. One night drinking beer at Tripp's Restaurant, F.Red listened closely to Jacques-O talking with his friend Tom about how they had been the last two teenagers to successfully run the Bar Harbor High School Senior Year Devil’s Hole Challenge before whatshisname got stuck and was crippled for life
David GrebowPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Said I'd Never Steal Again...But!
Jimmy (Snowy) McCleod, so nick-named because his hair turned white at age fourteen, was more than half way through his life when he purchased a 1955 clinker built yacht, twin mast, and half sunk. He paid five hundred pounds for her and became the laughing stock on the island.
harry hoggPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsFifth Grade Friendship Poll
I’m sitting on the closed toilet at home holding a creased and folded square of paper in my hands, afraid to open it. It all started that morning. I’m 10 years old, new girl in, just transferred to this school. I have the fun teacher for homeroom, the one that likes to do crafts. The one that helps with the music program. That’s a plus.
Judey KalchikPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Friend to All
What really is a friend? Is it the person we see on every wonderfully semi dramatic series we end up watching because there’s nothing to watch? The ones, somehow, you see every day. The ones who know your close family members better than you know them yourself. The ones that have a big crush on one of your siblings, that somehow, they see every day as well. This definition has always baffled me, like it was cut short. There should be sub-clause or like any information other than the verb and how to use it in a sentence. Something to help the introverts/empaths navigate better. Through out life you meet so many people. Some you call friends, some you feel something deeper and are your best friends, some you can’t stand most of the time, but you know they are good souls, and you would still do anything for them. Including continuing a friendship because you know already you are the only one who sees them, and you know how it feels to not be seen. I, myself, still can’t fully answer this question. People come as fast as they go, leaving memories and love behind in your heart and there’s. But at the end of the day, we are those people as well. We come and go.
Stella MariePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsLessons I Have Learned From Reconnecting With People From The Past.
One thing that meeting people from the past has taught me is that people do and do not really change. By this I mean that who we remember them to be remains a constant but then based on their life experiences all the good and bad traits we know of them are either amplified or suppressed.
Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-AmehPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Place Little Romeo Belongs
Scene 7 Little Romeo did find love, just where I least expected it, 4000 Km away. I'd first met a girl through an online chatroom called Whyville. She said she was five years older and a model. I wouldn't get bullied if I dated a model and she said she had gigs all over Canada.
The Passionate AutisticPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Tall Dresser
The Tall Dresser Year Zero Simple, inane and all to latent, I remember being in your room looking at the yellow walls and reading all the misspelled obscenities' to lewd proposals all scrawled in sharpie to the phone number of the local radio station that would play drunken voicemails live on air. It was all to visceral and in the middle of it all the focal point of my eye was your dresser all to top heavy and also rigid. It lacked any real beauty. In contrast to the small vase with a singular marigold propped up barley high enough to crest above the top. I myself didn't know you at the time. It was warm not hot that summer, this was the first time in my life I had been in a girls bedroom, yet the glamor wasn't intimate nor licentious I was all to innocent. Just a third wheel who in later years became a second brother of yours. You dated my friend and I sat idling in a state of perpetual wonder, oblivious to what was actually happening on the bed behind me.
Jeff BrandtPublished 3 years ago in Confessions