Humanity
At least I’m doing some things right
One of my favorite jobs I had was when I was 19. I worked with a bunch of self-professed “weed-smoking hippies” – Okay not everyone was a weed smoker, but some of my closest friends were. We canvassed door-to-door about all kinds of environmental issues. My time employed there in 1993 was before Wisconsin implemented the recycling laws that the organization, Citizens for a Better Environment, helped passed.
Julie "US Writer" AnnePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Complicated Relationship With My Fertility
“What about when I get pregnant?’ My doctor looked like someone had just told him pigs not only could fly, but were now rainbow colored. I hadn’t considered he probably didn’t hear these words coming out of a 17-year-old’s mouth every day.
Camille PrairiePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI've Been Abused and Now I'm Often Misunderstood
Every now and then I hint at my childhood abuse. For the most part though, I stop at hinting because talking about these things isn’t easy. Especially not when the abuser is someone who’s supposed to give love unconditionally.
EmariPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA beautiful Day to save lives.
I bought myself a sweatshirt that says “It’s a beautiful day to save lives” when I got the job. I was a fan of Grey’s anatomy and this felt apropo. I had a job I was proud of. I got to tell people that every single day I got up and helped people fight for their lives. I was, in my own mind, a fucking rockstar, at the start of this. If you had asked me in 2018 I would have told you that I had the coolest job, and that I was fucking good at it.
Brittany RichardsonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsContemplating Self-Love
Hey Reader, I have been grappling lately with this notion of self-love and unconditionally loving myself. Recently I came to the conclusion that I do, and I don’t unconditionally love myself, Here is why…..🥺
SolSongPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSerenity
I’m not sure when it all started, but somewhere along the line I decided that I want to be a fashion designer. I think it happened when I was still in middle school, or maybe it was before that, when it was a must among the kids to sew together a bunch of pieces of fabric in order to play dress-up with your dolls. Either way, I now had a purpose and a passion to follow in life. I began to take painting classes so that I could pass the entry exam for an Art High School that had the classes I wanted to take, and after I passed it with flying colors, my JOURNEY began.
eternal_sunPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsPromethean Star by Power Flower
I am not sure I actually believe him. He told me he was born millions of years ago on a planet on the opposite side of the Universe. He claims to have lived thousands of lives on the Earth over the past million years or so. As I said earlier his claims are really rather fantastical and mystical.
David OlsonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsCutting through traffic
As a child, about nine or ten years old, I was with my brother (who in his teens... came across more than a few beautiful little cars, like minis, and metros... all twin cams and turbos. His good friend Augustine.. oh boy! could he swap engines, and seats, and wheels, and things. One day I was with a friend, his name was victor. we were together in my brother's latest boys toy. I can't remember if he just offered or if I asked, to learn, but all I can remember is it being my turn. I'm in the drivers seat, facing the steering wheel, rev counter and speedometer, barely was able to see over the dash. nevertheless I did nothing rash as I listened keenly to my big bro who stressed clutch control over and over again. Before I knew.. I was on a roll, start stop, start stop, start stop.. each time adding a strand of nerve, between my brain, and my left foot.. now clutch down put it in second and ease it up... then third... I was driving. Changing gears was something my brother or father would allow me to do as a nipper in the eighties, as was steering. many times I had helped my mum into, or out of, a tight parking space with my natural spacial awareness. I even graduated to fully contracting of the job of parking for her sometimes. Then came the naughty years. I'd steal my mother's keys and go driving to see my friends, or just for the pure pleasure ... (a sort of benign joy ride), even tried to give it the big shot a get a date lol. I had and engine problem once as a sign I was on the wrong path however I was under the thinking that so long as I return the car in one piece, spent fuel replenished (about a fivers worth or so), preferably parked back in the same spot... then no harm was done. Needless to say I grew out of that attitude with maturity and responsibility. Came a time I was seeking a profession of some sort or just something to do, and so i trained as a courier, got an NVQ level 2 "delivering goods by road", and got myself a job as a motorcycle courier. this is when I learned the humble "Lifesaver" (a simple look over your shoulder to see what is happening around you), and well... I still got knocked over many times. Mostly by cab drivers. however those experiences came with the proverbial silver lining as firstly.. I learned. I learned all sorts of stuntman type breakfalls. I learned how to eject myself from my bike or bycicle in the split seconds before a collision. rather like a struck fighter pilot. I learned how to roll along the floor (like Arnie in T2... the liquid nitrogen scene) and get up and get myself off of the road before being struck again because the moving traffic isn't stopping soon enough ..like an action man. I learned to read and interpret the roads from a much more vulnerable and defensive standpoint! I learned to take care of myself! and that my safety, was in my hands! and more specifically, in my brain! all of which had the side effect of me scoffing at helmets for a while. Those and bike lanes. For the reduced agency and self responsibility and (one of my favourite all time road safety related words)... Anticipation. with maturity I now see clear cut bike lanes, well planned, and safely designed, with zero confusion or ambiguity, and well fitting, properly fastened, helmets as essential components of health and safety. Naturaly I moved on eventually becoming a driver's mate after joing an employment agency. In actual fact, I was a mate for many years. Having my first taste of being a white van man whilst out with my dad, helping him with his work for some pocket money. He delivered parcels, and I'd go out with him, to a lovely rural area called Buckinghamshire, which was his patch. I'd see how the other half and was always impressed to see all the lovely greenery, leafy villages and beautiful house with names and not numbers. finding them was easy, as it was so exciting to do so. my eyes eyes were naturaly peeled. I had a great experience and it was also a time of good man to young man bonding with my father. I got good excercise, running catalogues and boxes from the van to the doors. many a time was a moment of connection when we be offered a drink or a tip or a look around at some beautiful home or garden (the type with a lake and acres of Greenery.. maybe a horse etc) it was a far cry from hackney Islington or Camden etc. Courtesy, and invitation, a drink and relaxation, it was nice, and also a lesson in life.
POETSKYPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAnders
Diversity what a universally recognized concept. One that has become more recognized, encouraged and diversified in the last few years.
Lee QuinnPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsHow are you?
“How are you?” “How are you?” “Oh…How are you?” The question comes at me in waves. When walking into a room, looking at my phone, trying to eat my lunch.
Aaron KemnitzPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsLife in the COVID-19 Era
In March of 2020 my life changed forever when COVID-19 and it Detroit the reaction was very similar to Sandra Bullock’s movie “Birdbox” or “Outbreak” it was complete chaos 1 pound of beef was being sold for at $10. There was no toilet paper for sale and people were going broke at unbelievable rates there was no doubt in my mind that the end would come any day. I thought I was a dead man for sure. 12 people I know personally died from COVID-19 and my biological and only older brother caught it and almost died he called me scared and my strong demeanor comforted him though I secretly thought he was going to die.
Curtis GreenePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWhy I wright? Because it is right.
Writing is an art form; full of expression, admiration, passion, and creative perplexities. To express oneself I wish to delve into the realm of realism, relatability and awe. Allow me to fill your mind with tales of my experiences which haunt, enlighten and intrigue. The purpose of my writing is to teach my morals and allow someone to think before acting, whether it be about homelessness, suicidal ideation, depression or abuse. My writing will always have a personal message in which the audience will be able to relate. I wish for my writing to inspire and give hope. Writing is my passion, people listen as it is personal; from experience; from the heart, mind and soul. I release my emotions onto the page so others can heal and relate, to know they're not alone in this bittersweet reality. My writing gives me fulfilment as it releases and evokes emotions. It is my coping mechanism, some have cars, lovers, narcotics, video games, masturbation, television etcetera. I have my writing. In a perfect world to monetise and fund my writing will be a dream come true and to all the followers will have free, instant access. For those who wish to collaborate my eyes, ears and heart will always be open and willing to help. My writing is typically in the style of poetry as the flow is pleasant on the ears and eyes. My writing has turned many heads, from those who are haters of poetry to lovers of the art. The following is a short monologue I wrote about homelessness. It is one of many issues I wish to address through my writing. Although I have never been homeless I sympathise and empathise immensely. I hope you enjoy the following and will consider funding my work.
Jack KirwoodPublished 3 years ago in Confessions