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Dating in 2021
Perhaps our fatal flaw is attempting to make forever out of people who are meant to be temporary.” - Rudy Fransisco Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, Facebook, etc. The list goes on and on. Swipe, swipe, match, chat, talk, and meet. First dates, second dates, and back to the beginning? Dating in this generation is something I’m still learning. The talking stage, meeting stage, situationships, and then dating? I guess for me it’s either you’re dating or you’re not. None of these games people play interest me. I’ve always been a person who is all in or not. Even when I started online dating I started out just talking to one person at a time and I think this is okay. Everyone is different and with my schedule it’s somewhat hard to invest in multiple individuals.
By Shae Rae5 years ago in Confessions
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.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
The eternal feeling of grief, the pain that sticks
"carbs carbs carbs" my mother taunted as I was cooking my grilled cheese. Every time she walked upstairs from her at home 9-5 job, I was in the kitchen just waiting for her to say something, to take the things that made me happy and just crush them in her palm, to laugh at me and say that i'm just being sensitive.
By Nastasiya Simms5 years ago in Confessions
My 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.
By Camille Prairie5 years ago in Confessions
I'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.
By Emari5 years ago in Confessions
Caught in the Car
My best friend, Julie, and I used to love going to the drive-in movie theater. In our last summer before college, we went quite a few times. On one of these occasions, we had decided to take our younger siblings along with us and because of that, we drove separately. It was wonderful. We parked directly next to each other so that we still got to watch the movies together. The first movie, Finding Dory, was great. I went to concessions with Julie to get more popcorn and another drink during the intermission between the movies. Back at our cars, we goofed around until the second movie was being introduced over the radio. So we turned up our radios and prepared for the next feature getting cozy in our respective cars. Then not even halfway through the second feature, Alice Through the Looking Glass, it happened.
By tristinrose5 years ago in Confessions
Why I'll Never Leave My Husband as an Openly Gay Woman
I was in sixth grade the first time I had feelings for another girl. I remember particularly because of the moment I realized it. We were best friends, but there was something different about her. One night in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about her but I was not sure why. I realized it when I started losing sleep over her. So, as we do in sixth grade, I wrote her a note. It started with an apology for how I felt. The vulnerability was tangible as I explained my feelings and how I had no clue why they wouldn't go away. But she was beautiful. And funny. And smart. And she said yes. As most sixth grade relationships go, we didn't last long. I was just thankful to have met her.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Confessions
A 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.
By Brittany Richardson5 years ago in Confessions
The Stupid Pill
Children are merciless. They are cruel little mosnters with no sympathy for anything and anyone else. Narcopaths, sociopaths, psycopaths, all the "paths" if indeed they are to be even considered human. One incident comes to mind late at night when I can't sleep. Perhaps my first memory of my own manifestation of social anxiety. Or perhaps the very seed it sprouted from.
By Axel Raven5 years ago in Confessions
