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Does Your Boyfriend Really Love You?
Lighthearted comedies regularly cause it to seem like you can possibly realize your beau loves you on the off chance that he pulls off a great motion, such as remaining under your window with a boombox or singing a heartfelt melody on the grandstands before the entire soccer group.
By Anshul Singh Tomar3 years ago in Humans
How I got to an IQ over 137
We must understand what it is like to be a child of today. The world is fast-moving and knowledgeable like never before. Learning is so much more advanced than it was a hundred years ago. Even though children still think the way they do like they did since the beginning. Children grow and mature by play. Play is the ultimate learning experience. If the child is around children their age then they learned the norms and rituals of their age. They envisioned themselves as co-peer in society. They tried each time harder and harder to fit in and show their capabilities. And parents should encourage this to make well-rounded children. Children each year have to figure out their age and the requirements for their age. School helps this, this is why they need to have friends and explore the world. They need to know what are children doing their age. Everything is like a dream and being young seems forever. Children need to know that they will age and that they will become adults. Teachers must show them the way to knowledge and how to be as smart as they can be. Children like me, don't understand IQ numbers, I did not know my IQ of 120 in Middle School meant that I was a gifted child, however, my teachers knew and peers knew. It took me years to understand how really smart I was. And meet with the stigmas, stereotypes such as racism on tests, my belief in character, decency, intelligence and respect helped me overcome those bigotries with an SAT Score of 1370. Supportive teachers' cohort and supportive counselors' cohort can verify what a student knows about themselves. With me, I was smart and growing smarter, and maturing in my studies. This comes from years of self-denial and self-ignorance like most children think. They think because they are small and little now that they will never conquer the world. Children must be given heroes and heroines, it does not have to be someone perfect but someone who defied the odds. Even if they are fictional, children dream of fiction, and fiction helps them imagined the impossible. Children must be taught how to believe in themselves and build up their character. They must be taught loyalty to learning and dignity in gaining knowledge. They must be taught what is patriotism and how to be dedicated. Children can keep promises and children can become men of their word and women of their word. It is not enough to make children smart, they must know how to apply their knowledge and show independence. This is why college is important. It is not just about the job and social class climb, it's about the growth. Children learned how to live without their parents and understand the way the world sees them. They begin to take the obstacle of life and see if they can endure its trials and tests. Parents can see if they raise their children properly and can advise them to be greater. Parents must take the general counsel and their children become the sole decider in their life. It takes great faith but if you plant seeds of hope, it cannot fail. The course of knowledge continues beyond college as college is the testing ground. Teachers are role models, I looked at every teacher's background to understand what they can teach me outside the curriculum because teachers are more than instructors, they are an investment into who a student becomes. Teachers are role models and philosophers, they are the sole decider of the atmosphere of the classroom. Children must be taught how to brainstorm innately and constantly be thinking about their predicament. Their state of learning and then they will develop into productive members of society.
By Matthew Primous3 years ago in Humans
A Decade-Long Relationship With Alcohol
--- At the age of 18, Alcohol moved in and demanded that I make space for it. In the beginning, Alcohol insisted on only a few, small changes: swapping the wall art for blurry photos with vacant eyes, replacing all of the jeans with bandage skirts, filling the bookshelves with empty liquor bottles that served as trophies from forgotten nights. In just a couple of months, though, Alcohol went from roommate to constant companion; relentlessly whispering in my ear, reminding me of how much more fun life is when you're in a haze.
By Taylor Moran Writes3 years ago in Humans
The Perfect Example
There is so much I have learned about life from my mother, but not how most might think. Yes, my mother had SOME positive influences, but mostly, my mother taught me some of the harder things in life that most parents try to shield their children from. One of the best things about life that my mother taught me, that was positive, was how to never to rely on a man to be the provider of the family. My mother married my dad when they were younger, so her highest level of education had been a high school diploma. She never could have imagined that by her early 30’s she would be a widow with 2 young children trying to survive on just a high school diploma. I was 6 when my father died from cancer, and for that first year, my mother really struggled trying to provide for my brother and me. Eventually, she had to send me and my brother to stay with our aunt and uncle during the week, and she used that time to go back to school. That is about as far as the positives go when it comes to my mother. But everything else she has taught me, as negative as the experiences were, has made me the person I am today. Someone that is the opposite of her. After my father died, I had a very rough life, thanks in large part to my mother. At the age of 6 years old, I had to grow up rather quickly due to my mother having a severe mental illness. She was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder/Dissociative Identity Disorder (MPD/DID) less than a year after my father’s death. Her alters were suicidal and she “lost time” for majority of the day. My mom could barely handle just showing up for work and school. Everything else, I had to step up and take care of. By the time I was 7, I was in charge of doing all the cooking for me, my older brother and my mother, writing and mailing checks to pay all the bills including the mortgage, all the laundry and cleaning of the house, and I also had to check the house everyday before leaving for school to make sure I remembered to lock all of my mother’s medications (or any medications for that fact) and remove any and all sharp objects which she could use to try to kill herself with. After school, I always had to come straight home and get the house ready for me to be on suicide watch for her. My mother worked extremely hard in therapy to get better, and she did for a while. But her progress, while it helped with her mental illness, her true colors started to show through, and she was not a good person. I think I would much rather prefer having a severely mentally ill parent than what my mother was. I finally got enough courage to tell someone (my aunt), that my mother’s step-father had been molesting me from the NIGHT my father died, up until I was about 12 or 13. When my aunt helped me tell my mother, I got blamed and called a “little slut”. That was my first lesson I will never forget. Can’t trust anybody, not even family. Someone who was supposed to protect me, blamed me. Then she tried to say I was making it up, yet, he had done the same thing to her which is why she had the mental illness. She failed to protect me then and she failed to protect me from my older brothers physical abuse. Then her personalities got out of control again. Just as I was about to go into Jr. High, and starting to make a lot of new friends, and I couldn’t even do normal kid stuff, like sleepovers, or even have friends over after school. Not because she didn’t allow me to, but because I was too embarrassed because I never knew if I would come home to find my mother, a grown adult, sitting on the floor playing with cars because her 5-year-old alter was in control at the time. Just before my freshman year, my mother taught me the biggest lesson of all-that I was nothing to her. After years and years of emergency room visits for broken bones and other injuries as a result of my brother’s abuse, he had finally hurt me so bad that the hospital no longer believed my mother’s lies about how I got hurt. My brother had gotten upset because he thought I was eating his favorite snacks (which I absolutely hated) so he took a metal bat and cracked me in the face with it, breaking my jaw. I had to get metal plates on both sides of my lower jaw, and had it wired shut. The hospital staff knew it was no accident, so they wanted to talk to me alone. I couldn’t speak, but I could write, and I didn’t hesitate to write my brother’s name when they asked who hurt me. The hospital called the police and got them involved and my mother begged and pleaded with them not to arrest my brother. She asked if they would at least release him to her custody so he wouldn’t go to juvenile hall. The police informed her that due to the emergency protection order for my safety, my brother and I absolutely could not live under the same roof. My mother looked at me and told me not to worry, she will pack all my things and my aunt can pick me up after the surgery, I was not her problem anymore. That was the best thing my mother has ever done for me, letting me go live with my aunt and uncle. My aunt is the one who has been there for me, who taught me right from wrong after so many years of “this is wrong but….” Justifications my mother taught me. But more importantly, my aunt taught me how to work through all the trauma my mother caused me, and still see the good in everything instead of closing myself off and not trust anyone, or anything else that could hold me back from my full potential. My aunt taught me that although there are bad things in life, that does not excuse anyone from doing the same thing to others that had happened to them. My mother never did finish college, but she did get a good job working at a church as a secretary. She worked there for quite a while, almost long enough to earn a pension, but she even messed that up. 6 months before she would have had enough time working there to receive a pension, she got caught stealing money. When they confronted her about it, she admitted she had been stealing thousands of dollars every month for the past 8-10 years (basically the entire time she had been employed there). I do not regret the experiences I went through with my mother, nor would I change anything if I could, because in her sick and twisted ways, she taught me exactly who I DIDN’T want to become. My biggest fear is having any sort of resemblance to my mother in any way, but it is that fear that proves I will never be anything like her, according to my aunt. My mother is content with her evil and twisted ways, regardless of who is hurt by her, and I could never be like that to anyone. I know the pain she can cause and it sucked when I went through it, so why cause someone else that sort of pain? I could never do that. So regardless of how horrible my mother truly is, I am so thankful for teaching me about the many evils in this world (and how to overcome no matter what), and for teaching me exactly who I don’t want to be. Everything good in my life, is because of what my aunt has instilled in me. If I end up even half as great as my aunt is, I could honestly be satisfied with all I have been able to accomplish in my life.
By Jennifer R Mckinney3 years ago in Humans
Touching Hearts, One At A Time.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been the person that people went up to for advice, for a listening ear, or a shoulder to lean on, but I have now noticed and asked myself, "who has been there to listen to me, and be my shoulder to lean on when I need it?". The answer is, no one. But, being a good friend sometimes means being selfless, putting others before yourself, no matter what you may be going through. Throughout my time, I have lived and learned to manage with different types of people, I have heard many stories (some heartbreaking, some joyous), and I have always been there to listen. It may not sound like a talent or a trait, but not everyone can sit there and not be ready to throw in the towel. The thing I love more than anything in the world is when someone trusts me enough, to confide in me with their deepest, most intimate stories, ask me for my opinion, and being able to provide my input or provide advice that I feel would benefit them. It makes me feel that I matter in this person's life, they value what I have to say, and they thought about me in these moments of need.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Humans
To the Gemini's of the world!
OVERALL: Your month will be filled with mixed fortunes! It may a really good month. It may be a really bad month. It would be best if you focused on changing yourself. Unless you like yourself- then you should stay true to your path.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins3 years ago in Humans
Man Talk: Part 1
David had always had an oil-and-water rapport with sleep, and it didn’t help that, despite being on the fifth floor of his respective tower of the Fontainebleau Hotel, he could hear cocaine heartbeats of techno all the way from the pool area outside his window. It was only eleven in the morning, but there seemed to be no wrong time for stereos to blast in this thin slice of Miami Beach. David found himself wondering how the place would be if the constant stream of music were to suddenly stop; surely, the air would become stoic and thirsty - sort of like how it was in his old neighborhood in one of the more forgotten parts of Santa Ana, where he spent his first eighteen years before moving to Los Angeles as people with delusions of making it in the film industry are wont to do. But he didn’t think about it any further; thinking about death and decay - or worse, feeling it - can take someone for the type of ride that he tried to avoid going on, even by himself. When David could feel himself drifting back into slumber, his phone screen lit up. It was Paul, his artistic partner-in-crime, already wanting to know tonight’s plans.
By Sharisse Zeroonian3 years ago in Humans
Taegong: Lace & Leather
Breaks were a luxury in this place. Gong-gi commended any idols that were in training or due to debut, because he feels the standards had only gotten higher since his debut. He tried his best not to think about the social media comments, but they followed him in is head.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Humans
The Joy of Creating
Oh, sewing. That magical escape soothes the mind and energizes the heart by freeing my creative spirit. I sit at my work table, a blank page before me and pencil in hand as the sunlight peeps through the lace curtains I sewed last summer. What shall I create today? Staring into the distance, my mind skips from one idea to the next, as though they're stepping stones in a winding path in the forest.
By Marianna Felfoldi3 years ago in Humans
Belsara and Nidas Narrative poem by Leo Auciello
Page1 'BEGIN' Slowly, yes slowly do not make haste for the fancies of the heart must aspire freely and not at the will of the suitor Patience, yes patience the machinations are known to no-one, with patience the fall from heaven is not so wounding Love, what of love ? comes and goes of its own choosing, merit that some are more prone to its seduction and fall deeper into the abyss Heart, yes beating heart erupt from my chest in anxiousness, leave me, be gone! Be strong, my mind must will it! I, what of you? Know this truth and walk steadily to the well from which you wish to drink, For many in their haste have drowned.
By Leo CountKronus Auciello3 years ago in Humans