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Tales of Bette: Ozzy's perspective, After midnight January 1, 2000
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade 1999-2000. An excerpt... Midnight came and went and Ozzy and Vanessa didn't even kiss when the ball dropped. Vanessa offered to give Bette a ride, but she didn't want one, she wanted to walk again. Tylor had already crashed, and Greyson grazed on popcorn and consulted a Magic 8-Ball with various questions. Ozzy saw Bette to the door.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
France
Is it easier to see something more clearly from the outside? As the French would say, Peut-être (perhaps). Many developed countries face the same issue. How to diversify their labor market or bring in talented/educated labor as well as those willing to do the jobs that many are not willing to. The richer your country is, the fewer babies who are born. One, because having a child becomes too expensive but also as women become more free with their own education, jobs and money…they chose to have fewer children. Old people also are living longer and the pension or social security systems that they rely on require labor to survive. Too many countries want to accomplish this diversification of the labor market without compromising any of their stubborn set ways or what they consider their “values.” Typically these values are nothing more that veiled supremacy of the ruling power/race. So far, all countries who refuse to bend, have failed. How have they failed? Let me count the ways.
By Sarah Manning5 years ago in Confessions
I'll NEVER BE THE SAME
Sometimes things aren't always what they appear to be. I'll tell you about something that happened to me. This is a part of my life I don't like to look back at, but if you're curious to know I will share with you. I had a best friend way back, that I met when I was a young girl about 6. She was a beautiful girl . Ella was her name. I'll never forget her smile. It was one of them smiles you see still when you close your eyes. Ella and I started school together. I remember our first day in kindergarten. Mrs. Branch our teacher, always smelled like sweet vanilla. Ella and I experienced all of our young years into our early teenage years together. We went to high school together and we had a crush on the same guy. We both lost our virginity on Prom Night. I'll never forget the late nights that we stayed up eating sweets and telling some of the deepest secrets a young beautiful soul has stored away. I loved her like she was my sister. what makes somebody your sister? Because I don't think you could be any closer to a human being than I was with Ella. The sad part of the story is we didn't make it into the same College, and she went off one way and I went the other. We kept in contact with letters and phone calls, but that only kept for so long. And a short 2 years I realized I completely lost contact with her. One night my heart was bleeding ripped wide-open missing her. I was having some problems in life, my new life and I needed her. It absolutely broke my heart that I had no way of reaching her. I'd feel like a fool to call her parents or my parents to try to reconnect. Just as there is a sad part there is the beginning of what one might call the beginning of a fairy tale. I'm met this charming handsome Extraordinary tall drink of water, he went by the name Eleven. When I first laid eyes on him I felt my heart in my throat and I knew I just needed to know his name. After a few drinks I had the courage that my heart forced me to have, and I went and introduced myself. That was the greatest mistake of my life. and just that one conversation I fell in love with this God sending angel. He treated me like royalty. One thing I loved about him was he never had a mask that fell off, he stayed this amazing miracle that he was from the day that I met him. So about a year-and-a-half into our relationship, and we were laying in bed holding each other after having passionate love, working on the Love Child Of Our Lives, he turns me over and holds my face looking deeply in my eyes. And for a strange second it felt too familiar. so familiar it got uncomfortable. Then Eleven asked me if I would always love him no matter what? I just knew by the tone of his voice, I was about to have a ton of bricks fall on me. Eleven then with a single teardrop falling down his cheek, he proceeds to tell me one of his deepest secrets his soul has stored away. After he told me he would love me for the rest of his life as well as mine no matter what, he told me that he is my best friend Ella. E\even said he'd always been in love with me and knowing all of my deepest Secrets Eleven knew girls were not my thing. I don't know if this is the sweetest thing I've ever seen or the most disgusting. With this person that has my heart in the palm of his hand, confessing to deceiving me in the most unthinkable way. I know what I would do if I would have known what this in the beginning, But Eleven has my heart now. Where do I find the strength in me to leave? When the one my heart craves has a river of tears begging me to stay. This is not what I thought it was and I will never be the same.
By Andrea Bushey5 years ago in Confessions
A love story
We all love a good love story don’t we. Remember that movie when the main characters fall in love and live happily ever after. Or how the Hero in the movie ends up with the love of their life. Even the tough guys like a little bit of romance in the action movies although they won’t admit it. Well this is not one of those stories unfortunately.
By Saucy Weightloss5 years ago in Confessions
To The Man in the Blue Truck
When I accidentally blew through a red light and you had to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting me, the gesture you gave me out the window and the curse words you threw my way–words that you deemed important enough to roll down your window to make sure I heard you scream at me–caused me to cry.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Hated at first sight
The first time I recall being hated at first sight was when I was 7 years old. It was the second day of school in the second grade. My mother worked for a company called Harris Hardwood and had gotten them to send a bunch of wood chips to my classroom for us to play with. The blocks were on the floor and the teacher told us to sit down in groups of 3 or four to play. I sat next to a boy and girl I did not know and immediately they both put their hands on the blocks and told me no. I advised them that my mother is the one who sent the wood to the school and they reluctantly allowed me to play with them.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
My Wife Gave Me A Snooze Job This Morning
I don't like mornings a whole lot. Never really have, and likely never really will. Ain't gonna lie. In fact, the first time I was ever considered a "morning person" is when I was 19 years old, in U.S. Army Bootcamp and had some mean as hell looking drill sergeant yelling at my tired brown butt to get outside for the morning run. So I was technically an unwilling participant in early morning routines that everyone says make you a better human.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
What hurts more than the break-up?
Good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo is on repeat and I've taken a break from checking to see if you've unfollowed me yet, to check if our photo's are still there - oops yep, you've archived them. Or deleted them. Who cares? I obviously do.
By Elly-Grace Rinaldis5 years ago in Confessions
"Introductory Self"
The term "introductory self" is one that is rather new to me; I had never heard it until a few months ago, and it is something that has been on my mind quite frequently ever since, especially when meeting new people. My significant other used it to describe the person they were when I first met them versus the person they were at the time ("introductory self" versus "real self"), and she is still the only person I have ever met to use that term. In short, the "introductory self" is the side of a person that others see upon the first meeting, or, the best version of themselves.
By Lauren Kirby5 years ago in Confessions
COVID-19 is the nail in the coffin for the anti-vaccine movement
I’m an anti-anti-vaxxer, and I’m proud of it. My 9-year-old daughter is fully vaccinated. I never had any concerns that vaccines would “give” her autism. Why? Well, as anti-vax moms like to brag, I did my research. Starting from her birth in 2011, she got her shots on schedule, as recommended by experts. (I chose to ignore self-styled experts on the Internet who watch too many YouTube videos.)
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Confessions
Being with you and thinking about him
Leading a double life is not the fantasy that is shown in movies or love novels, it's hard work and very exhausting. I had always been curious what it would be like to have my partner and another man on the side... now that I've experienced it, I would never do it again. I've lost more than I bargained for, and more than I initially wanted to. I will start from the beginning, but it's a long story and I don't know if there are details I should disclose. For the integrity of the ones involved, I will be using fictional names, but the events in this confession are real.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
