Goddess Eye
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Take a look into the stories of the unseen, from the depths of the darkest shadows. Explore stoies from the hauntingly curious to darkly humorous.
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The Stagnation of Validation
Validate yourself At 24 years old I’d realized that I’d spent the better part of my life seeking outward validation rather than looking inward. It’s easy to fall into “gold star” mentality, easy to fall victim to the compliments that always just feel so good, so gratifying, until they fade, until we depend so much on them we keep score. Getting less and less of those “gold stars” our lights start to dim as well and why? Without the power of self and the confidence that comes behind that, validation becomes a prison, where the acknowledgments of others is the only time when we feel seen. To come out of that is to truly see yourself for who you are, all that you have overcome and accomplished. I recently did a loving-kindness meditation that made me remember that importance of self-love, the love and joy I felt toward myself during this guided mediation lit me up again, a smile reached across my face and I took a cleansing, calming deep breath as I remembered…
By Goddess Eye5 years ago in Motivation
A lonely walk
Faced with the option of merlot or pity I choose the glass every time, especially now as a Mr. No Name goes on and on about nothing really, I fane interest as he drones on about his success, his strength, his awesomeness. I sip and nod, looking perfectly pleasant all the while thinking about how in the hell I ended up here, on a date with a man who could better recall my measurements than my own name. Just then our waitress arrives and I’m relieved when he asks for the check and then instantly filled with dread as he proceeds to invite me over. This part was all too familiar to me and in that moment it felt like every date I’d ever gone on was replaying into this endless void where I’m stuffed like a pig for someone else’s pleasure. I stare blankly through Mr. No Name, slide my chair back, turn on my heel and walk out.
By Goddess Eye5 years ago in Poets
Little Black Book
There were few ways to make money in the cryptocurrency, AI-humanism time I’d happen to find consciousness in. Homeless and hungry I feverishly watched as a man in a good looking jacket get tortured down in the ally way. Beaten. Raped. I, being one of the remaining full humans left did not have this particular craving for demise and depravity. Society entering its “golden” technology age had split into three groups, humans, AI-human, and successful AI-human. They rip the coat off of him and I am thrilled it might be salvageable. There is nothing natural about artificial intelligence merging with the body, and while many managed seamlessly, this batch ahead of me had surely failed and had become void of any human emotion — at least that’s what the experts claimed after the first cases of FI’s (failed integrations) emerged. I stay ducked behind the dumpster, cloaked in the darkness and shielded by the rain. The rain was incessant, another “golden” techno age solution that evidently went wrong. I think they want it to be bleak, to be dark and depressing, it’s their way of picking off the rest of us full humans that haven’t integrated.
By Goddess Eye5 years ago in Horror
