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How to Prepare for a upcoming Recession
Just hearing that word can beget some people to grip their teeth, hold their casket, and run to the bank. With crazy high affectation and rising interest rates, you ’ve presumably heard clamors that an profitable recession is brewing.
Sunny handa MDPublished a day ago in Journal
Destiny
Hi this is destiny. You ever felt so alone like you don’t belong anywhere. Well I Felt like that my whole life, you know like no matter how many people are around you still feel alone. Growing up I never really fit in with anyone I was always the weird kid always had problems making connections, I mean I had relationships just never deep ones, you know I never had a best friend, I never had a true boyfriend, I mean I did it but I never really had a deep one. I was bully a lot, and one day at school I had these guys trying to jump me so when I met my boyfriend I felt safe. You know he was a bad boy into selling drugs So when I started dating him the kids left me alone they knew he was dangerous, I honestly only got with him because I felt safe around him. We dated for a while, and while I was dating him the bullying stop. Everyone left me alone because they were scared of him I lost my virginity to him. When I was 16 I went over to his house and you know one thing led to another. Then shortly after that I found out that he got a girl pregnant we broke up. I dropped out of school after that. Growing up we was considered poor. My dad went to prison when I was a baby. My mom struggled after that. My mom had 7 kids before my dad went to prison. He was the provider. My mom never worked before so it hit her hard. She now had to provide for 7 kids on her own. My oldest sister hated Babysiting. She wanted to hung out with her friends. So We was left home alone a lot. We all did are own thing. Most of my Sibling got along they were cool fund of one another then there was me the loner. So the first chance of living home I jumped at it. When I was 18 I went to school to get my GED there I meet this this guy. I thought he was cute I didn't know if he liked me or not but we started hunging out. He told me he liked me. We mess around for a while. So he went to play some ball and left his phone, me being nosy I look at it and saw a text it was from his girlfriend I didn't even know he had a girlfriend I was piss. So when we left I was quite the hole walk. He ask me what wrong I didn't say anything but when he looked at his phone he knew. He text me later trying to explaining how he wanted to tell me be he liked me and didn't want to ruin are Relationship I was so mad how could he not tell me. So later on we meet up on The bleachers when I saw him I just started crying I liked him so most I didn't know what to do he grab/huged me. He ask me how I felt but at that moment I didn't know what to say so I said nothing he got mad at me for not expressing my feeling but what could I say how could you you lead me on for weeks then you get a girlfriend. I want to my room heart broken wishing I had of yelled at him, hit him did something to show him how mad I was. After that I just sat in my room angry at him and angry at myself
Kourtney shieldsPublished 4 days ago in JournalThe most effective method to Compose a Letter to Your More youthful Self — and Why You Ought to
There's not an individual on this planet who hasn't had any desire to get one more opportunity at something they messed up. A first date. A new employee screening. A venue tryout. A response to what would've been the honor winning, cash-acquiring, regard conjuring eighth grade spelling honey bee question.
Better BrainPublished 6 days ago in JournalAre Vocal staff overwhelmed and need help
My go to place for comfort and calm now feels like it is slowly slipping away from me. Am I losing the fight to stay sane and centered by turning to writing and reading to calm the extremely loud voices and noises that are now the norm of a very confused and scared world.
Novlet AllenPublished 6 days ago in Journal
Shocked the United States in 2001 train out of control events and thinking!
Hollywood has a long tradition of documenting disasters, and many moviegoers are fans of films based on "true events." "Unstoppable" is based on a real case, in May 2001, there was a sensation in the United States driverless train lost control of the event. Although this happened in the US, such a story has become a real life teaching case for the global railway industry to deal with such accidents, and the best teacher is the director of the film!
Ivan A JaramilloPublished 10 days ago in JournalWhat is a Book of Shadows?
What is a Book of Shadows? A Book of Shadows is a personal journal of your magical practices. It is a place to record your thoughts, spells, and rituals. You can include anything you want in your Book of Shadows, from the simplest magic to detailed notes on your magical workings. Most importantly, it is personal to you and reflects your practice.
Matthew AngeloPublished 13 days ago in Journal
Helping Others Is Helping Yourself
I think to help others is to give yourself a way, that is to say, to give others a way is to give yourself a chance, that is, to give others a chance. Let me tell you a story below, there are two people like this, one is buying buns, the other is buying quilts, and in a cold winter, two people who bought buns and bought quilts went to a ruined temple to escape the wind and snow. Those who bought the buns were cold, and those who bought the quilts were very hungry, but they believed that the other party wanted something from themselves, so who would refuse to speak. After a while, the person who bought the buns said, eat a bun, and the person who bought the quilt said, put on the quilt, and after a while, the person who bought the buns said, eat another bun, and the person who bought the quilt said, put on the quilt again, In this way, the people who bought the buns ate the buns one by one, and the ones who bought the quilts covered the quilts, and no one was willing to ask the other party for help. But in the end, the person who bought the buns froze to death, and the person who bought the quilt starved to death. I once remembered a song that called everyone to give a little love, and the world would become a better tomorrow, but the most important thing in it was who gave a little love first, however, the first to give love, It is the most important and the most precious. For me, it should be less selfish and more caring for others, then our world will be full of sunshine and wonderful. I want to tell you a story about "blind people carry lanterns". Maybe everyone will find it funny, isn't blind people carrying lanterns unnecessary? I used to think the same as everyone else, but a recent incident changed my thinking .
What are the dark sides of human nature, especially the emotional side?
Sister Li, the next door neighbor, is a kind and gentle old girl. Unfortunately, when she was young, she met with misdemeanors and was dragged down by a married scum man for more than ten years. Finally, she was kicked away. When she woke up, she was over the marriageable age and was almost 40 years old and still a single old girl. When she came home last year, her parents said that she had found a boyfriend from a nearby city. Although she was older, she was not bad-looking and spoke well. Every time she came to find Sister Li, she got off at the entrance of the alley. She was not in a hurry to enter the house, but cordially greeted her neighbors and took a smoke walk. It is said that he is also a billionaire with tens of millions of assets. The key is that he is especially good to Sister Li. Every Saturday, he drives from the city to visit Sister Li. Usually, he keeps talking on the phone, so Sister Li falls in love again. On Christmas day that year, it was a windy and snowy night. Sister Li received a call from her boyfriend and said she would surprise her. She drove to spend the holiday with her in the evening. She was really a romantic man. However, the night lover did not come, nor did the morning lover. Until the afternoon of the next day, Sister Li received a phone call saying that her lover had a tragic accident on the highway last night, resulting in car destruction and death. After suffering such a severe blow, Sister Li has been a little stunned since then. She set up a holy place for her boyfriend who died violently in her boudoir, prayed night and night, went out in the daytime like Sister Xianglin, and when she saw someone, she said, "he died for me..." "He died to see me..." But what can we say? It's just that we can accompany her to shed a few tears and sigh that fate has made people ill fated. A few months later, when I came back from my studio in the countryside, my sister said excitedly, "Sister Li's boyfriend is back!" "Which boyfriend?" "The one who died in a car accident!" I'll go, but there's such a bloody bridge as death and rebirth?! It is said that when he came back, it was the Spring Festival. As usual, Yi got out of the car from the entrance of the Hutong and walked in slowly. On that day, the clouds were low, and the north wind rolled firecracker debris like a red tide over the road paved with green bricks under his feet. As usual, Yi greeted his neighbors affectionately and scattered a circle of smoke, as if Yi had never died. Pitifully, there were several aunts with weak willpower in our Hutong who were scared to collapse, and Sister Li, who was extremely frightened, fainted on the spot. Before long, the truth came out. It turned out that he was not single at all. He had a wife and children. Later, in order to get rid of the infatuated Sister Li, she directed and acted a good drama of a night party lover who died miserably on the highway. He is not a multimillionaire. He also owes a lot of usury. Years ago, he was too tight in debt collection and had to run away. So I think of Sister Li, who is infatuated and kind-hearted. Finally, I asked my sister curiously how Sister Li handled it in the end. "What else can I do? I live here, eat her, use her and spend her. Every day, I either go to the chess and card room to play mahjong or go to the lottery station of fat aunt at the corner of the street." And Sister Li, it seems that she has accepted her fate. Not only has she accepted her fate, but also some happy spirit has been displayed. This is really a sad, stereotypical, everlasting ending....... Split line..... This question probably came out a month ago, and then fell into the sea. Unexpectedly, it was turned out again today. A large number of people were commenting. I was really confused about this push system, and then another answer was written casually a few months ago, which I thought was not very readable. Of course, there are few followers. These days, good guy, 7000 likes. What kind of operation is this? Can you give me some advice? Write a postscript conveniently: I don't mean to wash white for any kind of people, but I look at things from different angles. From the public view, this aunt is a habit of destroying the family. For me personally, she is an ill fated neighborhood elder sister. A coin has words and flowers. When you see words, I see flowers. Although we are all discussing this coin, the conclusions are very different. In reality, people and things are more than just pros and cons. Objectively speaking, these tragedies really don't blame others. It's purely a matter of her personal character. In the past 20 years, she has met many blind dates. All kinds of people have seen her. She doesn't call at all for honest men. In a popular saying, "this is not my dish!" To tell the truth, which man is born handsome, not all the skills honed by thousands of sails? Of course, there are also good men who have been tempered in life and are emotionally loyal, but such good men really can't be reduced to her aunt. The rest of the screen is not these scum men who are used to the wind and moon. Moreover, there are many people like Sister Li in society, mainly manifested in the following points: young and precocious, young and mature, neighbors praise their children for being sensible, and when they grow up, they slowly find that this child has a high start and a low growth. Also play strange, also krypton gold, just don't increase experience value. You can always fall into the same pit after a thousand setbacks, and you will always fall into the same thing. Obviously, when things happen, he is irrational, but he has his own opinions. He should not be persuaded with good words, and he will come at the touch of his hand with sweet words. A friend asked, did you make this up? In fact, there are such doubts behind many of my answers, and I can't prove them at all. Besides, there is no need for textual research on the trivia of life, which is a matter of saying and having fun. I can only say that I am not a professional writer myself. I know a little craft and have a way to make a decent living. If there is no factual basis for anything written, you can't feel it. It's really impossible to hold back half a word. Li Ao once said, "a real writer can't write until he has inspiration, just like a prostitute can't pick up guests until she has sexual desire." So I ask myself that I have no talent for writing. For the false praise of several friends in the comments, first I am grateful, and then I am ashamed. For authenticity, I want to say, please take a closer look at the people and things around you. Real life is always more tortuous and bizarre than fictional passages, and after each passage, there may be an unforgettable past. Afanti had a famous passage. One day he said to the king, your majesty, yesterday I came to see you. I passed a small bridge. There was a hole in the bridge, and my donkey fell in. But today I will bring the donkey to see you again, and it will know to go around the hole. Speaking of IQ, with all due respect, I'm afraid your ministers are not as good as the donkey in my hand. What the passage says about this donkey is not Sister Li emotionally? On the road of life, are you afraid of me? In the long river of history, this donkey is not talking about the thousands of years of human beings.
Ratcliff HudsonPublished 17 days ago in JournalMemories of My Ex-Lover on The Upper West Side
Upper West Side Girl Once I wake, I can’t help but think about your smile and all your wiles. How easy you could lie all the while looking me in the eye. God you could be so sly. I think you enjoy your Saviour complex. I think you throw your head back and behind your eyelids you still see red, white and blue. You’re a rich girl who likes to cosplay as the lower class. Why don’t you write another song that you will never have the courage to sing. You may hate me but my words hold a truth even you can’t escape. Just know you’ll never hate me as much as I hate myself. If that’s any consolation. We’re both a distorted version of ourselves.
Bria FairchildPublished 19 days ago in Journal
The life I’ve lived
In 2007 my little sister lilie-mae, was born, she was born with claw fingers , she had 6 toes on one foot and 4 on the other and was missing some fingers , although she had to deal with that she was the most beautiful and most caring little girl in the world.
Katie ThornPublished 20 days ago in Journal
Brief History Of The Abortion Pill In The U.S?
Pregnancy and childbirth are the most wonderful moment in any women’s life. Words cannot do justice to the joy of nourishing the foetus and giving birth to the baby. The period of pregnancy is considered divine in many societies across the world. Such importance, pregnant women attract in this world.
Shiraz KahnPublished 23 days ago in Journal
Roller Skates
I have roller skates sitting in a dusty corner of my room. They sit there nightly, daily, waiting to be used. The day is yet to come where I fly down a promenade parallel to a beach at sunset. When I got them that was the image in my mind, like the videos I had seen. I was definitely not in England, probably Los Angeles or somewhere warm. When the skates actually came in their cardboard box and I opened it up to reveal the bright pink and yellow fabric, I saw how grey everything around them looked. Maybe that was the start of reality sinking in.
issabella maitlandPublished 24 days ago in Journal
