Teenage years
Falling in situationship with my friend
Once upon a time in a land where friendships were as sturdy as a stubborn pimple from period hormones, I found myself falling into the perilous depths of a "situationship" with none other than my Friend.. A very close friend infact.
NuurahPublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsOh Anxiety...what have I done to You...!?
I have never felt so downcast having to see my self go through the ridicule of a shaky mouth on an interview of a life time. Hell "No" heaven must have failed me, speaking to myself...I said. I ought to get this job; oh I was so prepared. I read, read and read repeatedly preparing to give the Best. Indeed, I failed myself. What a shame I thought to myself.
Albin TawoPublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsThe Heart loves
Title: The Heart Loves: Unveiling the Emotions Within Introduction The heart, often regarded as the epicenter of emotions and affection, has long held a special place in literature, art, and human culture. Metaphorically, it's the seat of love, the core of our feelings, and the driving force behind our most cherished connections. But what does it really mean when we say "the heart loves," and how does this vital organ contribute to our experiences of love and emotions?
mike -mberede josephPublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsSize Matters! Decoding Titanic's Role in the Disaster
The Titanic, the largest ship of its time, set sail on its maiden voyage in 1912 with the belief that it was unsinkable. However, within days, the ship met its demise when it struck an iceberg in the North Atlantic Ocean. Of the over 2,200 passengers and crew on board, only 706 survived that fateful night. Questions have arisen about whether a smaller ship would have fared better or if the size of the iceberg truly mattered.
Darlington SundayPublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsMy most embarrassing moment at school
So you realize how I'm staggeringly certain and most certainly not abnormal or uncertain of myself in any capacity at all? Well it wasn't similar to that all of the time! It's as yet no, really, however it used to be more terrible! My fearlessness presumably arrived at its absolute bottom around... the eighth grade. Which could sound pretty frightening to any series watching, so genuine fast, in the event that you're battling with self-assurance, I just want to say… it deteriorates. At any rate, my eighth grade year (and furthermore all the others) were loaded up with me not knowing the proper behavior or what to do in essentially any circumstance, which lead to a lot of humiliating minutes… that I can make into a story. Score! Once I got a pimple in my ear that tingled real terrible. The entire day I was doing all that I could to disregard it, yet when I was sitting ever, it just got way also diverting, so I gave it a little scratch... I did all that I could to tidy up the flood before anybody saw, yet I didn't simply pop the pimple. I supplanted it. With a FLOOD Spigot. I inquired as to whether I could utilize the restroom, and he was like… "No" However at that point I said... "Definitely yet I'm beading out of my ear." So he was like… "Fine" Some other time, that equivalent educator sent me to sit in the lobby for like, 5 minutes. I don't recollect why, I was most likely going on and on, it's not significant. I wound up nodding off in the flight of stairs and awakened when the chime rang like 30 minutes after the fact. I returned into the space to get my stuff and the educator was like "Gracious, I overlooked you." Really, that was presumably more humiliating for him. Essentially I received a sweet rest in return. At some point, I was doodling on my schoolwork in numerical class. I two or three years ahead in math, so I was the most youthful youngster in the room, and didn't actually know anybody. Certain individuals would utilize that valuable chance to be appealing and make new companions however I chose to be socially off-kilter and converse with no one. In any case, I doodled my name like this, since I think it looks cool, and the young lady who sat close to me was like "Whoa! ...Do my name!" I... didn't have the foggiest idea about her name. I've never been perfect with names in any case, and this was the main class I had with her, however we were to some degree part of the way through the school year. It would be ideal for me certainly to have known. In any case, you can't simply tell somebody you've been sitting close to each day for quite a long time that you can't recall their name. So I told her... to do it without anyone's help. She at no point ever conversed with me in the future. I terrified, alright? I would have rather not been discourteous, yet I was unable to force myself to concede that I didn't have the foggiest idea about her name, despite the fact that that... presumably would have been less humiliating… stand by The majority of the minutes I was embarrassed about during school were really not no joking matter. Like, by any means. What's more, I was moronic for thinking anybody gave it a second thought. Since they didn't. Yet, At that point! Goodness! I would have exchanged schools just to stay away from anybody who at any point saw me, as, unintentionally stroll down some unacceptable lobby. Which is certainly not a very humiliating thing to do, and everybody's done it basically a couple of times, yet it's happened enough to me that assuming you included the gentle shame, there may be all more than from some other single stupid thing I've done. I can't help thinking about the number of miles that I've spent strolling the incorrect way. I've most likely consumed such countless calories. There were a couple of ways I'd attempt to cover a mix-up that way. I'd check my telephone and imagine that I'm pivoting a direct result of a message. Or on the other hand, I'd simply commit, and continue to stroll down some unacceptable corridor, use the stairwell to the subsequent floor and circle as far as possible around to where I really expected to go. I'd burn through a lot of time, just to keep away from individuals seeing me backtrack. *sigh* what’s up with me? I was conversing with a companion about this and when I asked how she'd cover, she was like "Goodness! Assuming I at any point went the incorrect way, I'd simply… pivot." Get out. Thinking back, I'm more embarrassed at the things I did to keep away from humiliation, than the things I was attempting to keep away from in any case. Along these lines, I suppose there's one more example for you... It deteriorates. Like this one time, I was going to my storage after lunch, and when I adjusted the corner this young lady leaped out and terrified me. I shouted in the sharpest sounding princess voice you've heard. I presumably broke a couple of windows. Obviously the young lady who frightened me was snickering after an effective scare, so I attempted to dismiss it with her. By then I could have gotten away with just gentle humiliation, yet another person strolled up and asked what was so entertaining. It would have been so natural to say, "I shouted like a young lady" yet good gracious, eighth grade Tim Tom took Staggering Measures to stay away from shame. Thus, trying to evade the inquiry, I just... snickered more earnestly. I can't address the inquiry assuming that I'm caught up with snickering, correct? However, the harder I chuckled, the more everybody around us needed to realize what was so amusing. I was drawing a group. Poo. The more individuals needed to be aware, the more I needed to abstain from making sense of anything, and I had not very many choices other than to simply continue to giggle. After the lunch ringer rang we had five minutes to get to class, and it required around one and a half minutes to tidy up and begin making a beeline for my storage, and that implies I remained there phony giggling for… an unending length of time. I was in too far. The more I stood by to make sense of, the higher their assumptions were. My main expectation was to simply endure them, and I'm not a slacker. I giggled like my life relied upon it. I giggled more diligently than anybody has at any point chuckled throughout the entire existence of humankind. My eyes were destroying, I was gripping my sides, I lost my equilibrium and slid down the wall. I ensured the whole school could hear me! I could have gotten carried away. At last everybody went to class, and I was let be on the floor of the foyer. They generally presumably thought I was the most odd youngster in school, however hello, basically no one realizes I shout like a young lady. Okay in this way, I haven't referenced it in that frame of mind previously, yet I have a friction server where you can express greetings to me assuming you're into something like that, I'll place a connection in the depiction, and it’s whatever. What's more! On the off chance that you believe I should put your fan art in an end card simply label me on Twitter. At any rate, gratitude for reading! What's more, I'll see you... afterward.
amanuel tesfayePublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsKendall Defoe, Please Stand Up
This is my response to Kayleigh Fraser's Get to Know Me #Challenge: I really do not want to do this. I hesitated for a very long time before writing this. I have read many of your other entries and noted the highs and lows in all of your lives. I thought that would make it easier for me to come up with a list of ten things about myself that you may want to know (or at least ten things that won’t make the average Vocalist feel bad about their own lives).
Kendall DefoePublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsA Trippy Reflection
About me, I am the mother of a happy three-year-old girl who was born on the Fourth of July. She is stubborn, as most little ones are, and her favorite words are ‘no’ and ‘thank you’, in that order and often put together. I’ve always admired her energy and work out abilities. My ultrasound recording shows her doing what looks to be sit ups, and she would probably happily run the length of a football field and back if I let her. She’s given me a purpose I never knew I was capable of possessing and a lot of what I do is for her. Together, we play ukulele- or at least she tries, and I love her for it. I am a sucker for deep psychological and behavioral explanations, which is why Jordan Peterson is my advisor by delusion. I use the word delusion as I have never personally engaged with the Canadian celebrity and have admittedly little desire to. He is an incredibly intelligent man, and I feel any interaction had would be a strip down of who I am, like a psychedelic trip I am unprepared for. Yet, I love how people and our minds work. I found him seeking philosophical and psychological wisdom. If I find myself feeling unable to read the universe for answers, or feel it myself with clarity, I listen to his YouTube content- I also bought his book 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos to read- for an educated pep talk or piece of critical life advice to help guide me. What I’ve digested inspired great change, and I finally began postponed milestones such as continuing my education. This year after a Jordan Peterson clip, I finally applied to college with a focus in fictional creative writing and English. I started in May and just received attention for my academic success by being recognized on the SNHU Summer of 2023 Presidents List. My pen name Trip stems from a nickname given during a mushroom trip I had in my teens. I had fallen into a shrub while on a psychedelic trip with my friends in 2015 (there are many stories from this night), and my friend nicknamed Muscles had said I needed to watch out for my “trip toes”. This began my online username of “Triptoes” which has been simplified down to ‘Trip’ by friends and other online users to the point where it now feels anxiously weird being online and seeing or hearing my actual name. Other than being online as a writer, I am also online as an obsessive Call of Duty: Warzone 2.0 player. Obsessive means almost level 900 with over 650 logged hours😶. I do not stream, and I will not pretend I am the best player out there, but I definitely enjoy my time and do fairly well. While this is an unhealthy hobby I will admit, I have a great passion for video games that my parents never agreed with growing up, and so I have a great time overall. Growing up I wanted to be a video game designer, until I decided that I enjoy it more as a hobby than a profession. For work, I am a patient care advisor at a medicinal cannabis dispensary. It is currently illegal to recreationally use cannabis in the state of New Hampshire, and so I am a part of Sanctuary ATC, a nonprofit that provides alternative medicine to those who are approved by the state for medicinal marijuana use. I am not only an employee, but a medicinal patient as well. I was approved for back pain due to spinal and nerve issues in my lower back, and so I am an advocate for removing certain restrictions for cannabis use in hopes opiate use declines. I really enjoy my job and the opportunity it gives me to help my patients find relief in areas I understand needing support with. I use cannabis for other forms of relief since it personally seems as if my life is an unrefined movie. (Various trigger warnings! If easily triggered by mentioning’s of abuse and trauma, please skip to 7). I was kidnapped from daycare by scheming family members as a toddler, variously abused throughout my life, was placed in the system and filtered through foster homes until reuniting with my mom at seven. I’ve been exploited and abused. Abandoned and disregarded. The constant struggle I faced in my childhood resulted in feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere, even now. I did terrible in school and spent a lot of time in detention or being suspended. This did not go well with my parents and so I spent a lot of time in my bedroom learning origami or doing various crafts to avoid conflicting with them- although this happened regardless. I’ve had a rocky relationship with all of my immediate family for as long as I can remember. My sister is in jail for having taken a life- which is something that has made me nervous about sharing my real name online. With everything I have endured, things seem easier to just stay inside and focus on my family and lifestyle in order to avoid triggers, conflict or tension. A woman who knew about my sister's heinous crime had reached out and verbally attacked me in thinking I was like my sister behaviorally, so I do not use social platforms like Facebook or Instagram. People often want to find me on my socials, and while I understand that this is vital for building a following or marketing and business dealings of sorts, I find it to be an unhealthy gate to other content I find personally distracting. I also do not trust social media platforms, but this is probably due to being a bit of conspiracy theorist (bonus fact!). While I enjoy hearing various theories, I enjoy true crime YouTube clips the most. EWU Crew, Daves Lemonade, and JCS: Criminal Psychology- for example- are various creators I frequent! My second career aspiration growing up was to be a forensic scientist who would help solve crimes by finding the little things that criminals never expected would link them to a crime. This started with shows like Forensic Files before it evolved into podcasts such as True Crime Junkie or Morbid before turning over to YouTube for more interrogation style content. Human behavior is fascinating to me, especially with all I have witnessed and experienced. One of my favorite possessions is a signed copy of Life After Death by Damien Echols. Strangely, I find myself listening to these clips while I am preparing for dinner as background noise because like many others in this challenge, I love to cook! I am no Martha Stewart, and I have a very limited pallet I’ll admit, but that doesn’t stop me from doing my best to make things homemade. This comes from my partner and I cutting back on processed and sugary foods, as well as watching Kitchen Nightmares where Gordon Ramsey disgustedly complains about food frozen or food from a can near constantly. I am a sucker for Ramsey let me tell you. So, I began learning to cook, which comes fairly naturally to me and is something I discovered I really enjoy. For example, I make sweet cold foam every morning for my coffee (made with mushrooms; thanks, Wunderground Coffee!) opposed to using a pre-made can. As hinted towards with my alternative coffee choice, I love mushrooms and all things Fungi! This is something my partner and I both love, so it has become the theme of our home and a progressive mutual hobby. For Christmas last year, my mom bought me a vintage mushroom kitchen container set that I absolutely cherish. We have mushroom patterned curtains, a tapestry in our room, and several mycology and foraging books that can be found on our bookshelves. I finished a puzzle this week for the hallway wall titled “Morel of the Story” featuring amanitas and a morel that is super pretty and inspiring. I happen to love photography (bonus fact two!!) and so I have taken many photographs of mushrooms my partner and I discovered. One of them was bigger than my entire butt, and that was impressive.
Trip L.Published 7 months ago in ConfessionsHere We Go. Another Boring Bio
1. I'm Rene. This is the first time I've ever written a bio. 🤔 Italo-Argentine and never lost the accent, some say it's better that I haven't.
Rene VolpiPublished 7 months ago in Confessions5 Best Ways on How To Impress Your Crush
To impress your crush can be difficult especially if you don't know how to do it right or where to start Most people try too hard to impress their crush and wind up looking fake or insincere it's normal to feel a little anxious when trying to make a good impression on someone you like but when you do it the wrong way it can make things worse.
Zi ChenPublished 7 months ago in ConfessionsSpotlight! #challenge
Isn't this Challenge popular, guys? I believe that this is my one chance to talk to an audience that isn't an oil painting. All of the entries for this unofficial Challenge have gotten Top Story... and I want to test my theory!
ChloePublished 8 months ago in ConfessionsRandom Facts About Me
As Kayleigh Fraser's challenge is getting traction, I decided to respond to it as it looked like people have fun with both writing them up and reading them. For more on the challenge, click the story below.
Lana V LynxPublished 8 months ago in Confessions10 Interesting Things About Myself!
Let's see if I can find 10 interesting/fun things about me shall we? 1. My name comes from a hair care product line in a salon.
Tressa RosePublished 8 months ago in Confessions