Humanity
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
HappyThankyouMoreplease
News of my deserting the internet has been greatly exaggerated. -Jazzy In fact, I have decided to embrace the whole gambit of the internet and its ability to connect us entirely. This is not without cost to my morals, which I have had to rewrite in light of my newest conquests. I was very against cataloging my life and having it on the web for all to see. However, as very wise many told me, publishing a book is not the hard part; marketing it is. Therefore, I have had to redirect myself and allow myself the possibility that social media and the internet are actually something that can be used for good. (You may remember that I deleted all my social media because I was worried about being stalked by a vindictive ex. However, it has been some time, and I have decided not to live in fear anymore to block this person.)
By Jazzy 3 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
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
The Bridge Between Heaven and Hell
In the realm of eternity, Heaven and Hell stood as contrasting realms, each with its own allure and purpose. Heaven, a place of boundless joy and serenity, was adorned with golden spires and vibrant gardens, where souls basked in everlasting bliss. Hell, on the other hand, was a realm of torment and darkness, where the damned suffered in eternal anguish.
By Victory 3 years ago in Confessions
Algorithm of Emotions
Algorithm of emotions does not exist. What I mean is, what we feel isn't not the same as following a ruleset to define what we must feel if conditions are met. I ruled the day that I would be overruled. To meet someone like me was to meet someone old and not new. You came at random and I dispute your own catfish, your friends disregarded, the goals you had was not mine to share. So much alike that we are actually different. You hated chocolate while I was indifferent. You saw the world as a need for order. Do things your way because it's better and causes no torture. To imagine that I had a future with someone I had fun with, became open and communicative so nobody can plead the fifth. Finally able to think for myself and to be, or so I thought.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Excuses
Confession: I make excuses🙈 I know shocking right? This morning I made too many to count. I excused myself from waking up by hitting the alarm clock and continuing to make every excuse I could think of to just get five more minutes of sleep. I excused myself from drinking water— and said “but I need caffeine to wake myself up”. I reasoned myself into 3 cinnamon rolls instead of one—because “hey I mean I never cook cinnamon rolls before school anyway, so today will be a special treat. Let’s not forget the BIG excuse I made as to why I didn’t do the dishes last night.
By Natalie Stover3 years ago in Confessions
Surprises for Me About my Husband
Now, what does that mean, “Women don’t think the same way men do!”? Hubby’s oldest daughter clued me in when we first started to date. She said, “The best way to get my dad’s attention is in the truck. You can talk to him, and he can’t escape!”
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Confessions
Isolated
Nothing's satisfying anymore Not bourbon, not arguments, not masturbating, not a great movie, only the morning coffee and cigarette. There's no relief or release anymore, we're nothing but stuck, without the hope of a road trip, or the wish of a gold coin.
By Michael O'Connor3 years ago in Confessions
