Bad habits
That One Time In French Class
In high school, you would think meeting your soulmate would be by being exposed to a crowd, such as parties, group hangouts or house parties. I met mine in French class—a guy who has been in my class for two years. We might have exchanged hellos and fist bumps. It was a typical pandemic day where some students were exposed to the virus and had to take a two-week leave and stayed home for everyone's safety. That happened to my best friend, a girl sitting beside me. This guy then sat in the seat next to me. Surprisingly, his intent was to ask me if he could use me to cheat in class, what a classic lazy bum.
By Sunshine In the Storm3 years ago in Confessions
Addiction
Introduction What is addiction? Addiction is the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. Addiction can be applied to practically anything whether it's a drug, alcohol, gambling, love, sex, coffee, cigarettes, exercise, porn, food, music, movies, material things or even money.
By Johnny V3 years ago in Confessions
Some More Thoughts On My Writing Difficulties
Introduction Although I publish a lot on Vocal I do have difficulties in writing, and this generates a lot of anxiety in me. I am lucky enough to be able to pull ideas and subjects almost out of the ether, to actually create a Vocal story, while I never seem to hit a writer's block I do seem to continually have the anxiety that goes with that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Christmas Swinging by Unknowingly
Once upon a time sometime near Christmas last year I wound up broke when Christmas showed up I barely had anymore money for gifts, and plus we were all scattered. My sister and her fiancé my brother and his fiancé and the new little baby Epi. We had all showed up at the same time. Raina Pringle was getting gifts! It was the best most unheard of Christmas s ever! I felt like I wanted to be the star let alone we all wanted what we wanted and got more than that! Clothe s Pringles and candies and chocolates and gifts, gifts , gifts! What a time of year when everything could go wrong and unrealisingly did, but … turned out for the good! We were sensible, workable enough, we I felt had just jumped into a new phase of life unknowingly??? I really felt bad because don’t you feel like you failed if you don’t get any gifts ???I know I was hoping I would be The Seattle Seahawks cheerleader plus getti g my craft together and dance moves and weight. I felt like if you consume to much of one thing it is not good for you. I was getting kinda worried when I know I’d run out of money knowingly but chose anyway to find a way of adding up. I felt complete cheap but short AND shy when all my money and time were invested but I had saved up or paused the hold that was steady. All about myself many times invested boy, was I glad to see family because we had went about a 2-4 years without seeing each other. I confess I d tried everything fun out travel wise college bound wise. I felt like I was the girl that wanted to be in everything and by the time company came I secretly hid my craft. Why? I know it does not sound sensible but I hovered into the inner groups and made my way being and becoming well known. If I’m going to make the best of something keep it a secret until the right time. After all my friends had left, 9/11 security crack down war in Afghanistan, Covid-19 outbreak. It just felt like the world was falling apart. We also at home were far apart for awhile. Having not been. We’d always have close relationships with family and relatives! They were always there for us and never had we missed a gathering but this time immediate family members were fond of seeing a little bit closer. Sometimes it’s the gas in the gift. I loved opening gifts last year. Also gifts can be found in all different shapes or forms. I slid in a drawing tablet that I bought for myself on Black Friday!! I feel like I can’t match what my sister can do. I feel bombarded from how much I can spend because I havent saved yet saved enough to be a thoroughbred on my own. I gave my parent gift card and everyone money in envelopes. I also felt like I’d accumulated so much time secretly with my boyfriends and lord knows I have so many! My sister had made time so I thought I could to… over the time frame passed I remembered and also did alot of self thinking. We got to praise GOD at Sunday service on Christmas Eve and open a gift on Christmas Eve and one on Christmas morning. I loved tearing my gifts up! I couldn’t get enough gifts! I still have half of them instilled in my room. If I could expound on how much wrong things happened I would breakdown the day! But that would make the truth be unreal. We have never had to do with out! Can find a reading. To complain and no extra bills I have to pay like my sis if I only remain single.
By Rachael Frazier3 years ago in Confessions
Wasted Shenanigans of Christmas 2019
It was my second Christmas away from home. I had moved away a year prior, which was only supposed to be six months. But life happened and I had met someone. Let's refer to him as Mikey*. Funny how things happen. The job I moved for, were very happy with how things panned out. Then.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Confessions
Uncle Dale Can’t Drink
Uncle Dale wasn’t supposed to drink. Even at seven, I knew that. No one had said it to me directly, but the adults had said it to one another— on the phone, in the car, around the dinner table after the kids had been excused and weren't supposed to be listening.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Aliterate
H.P. Lovecraft turned me off from reading once. I wish I could say it was because of his well-documented racism, but I was a little girl when I read Lovecraft for the first and only time and hadn’t known he existed before much less known his attitudes toward black folks. The fact that he nearly destroyed my love of reading makes sense in the end.
By Cynthia C. Scott3 years ago in Confessions
Writers Block: The Never Ending Struggle
I love to write. Since I was a little girl I have had a passion for writing. Being told as a child that there wasn't "much of a future for a writer", I kept writing as an outlet and a hobby. I've continued to write as an adult, but I write inconsistently meaning I have endless pieces of papers with a variety of random ideas and sentences that would probably make no sense to anyone who read it. I also have an overwhelming number of half written journals because for some reason or another I always stop and begin scribbling in a new notebook. I have the desires and ideas to write a variety of books. Books of all kinds; I have a children's book in mind inspired by my own two daughters and my dog. I have an idea for a self help book about parenting and discipline and another book idea regarding overcoming adversity. I've even attempted writing an autobiography where I share my childhood traumas and journey to finding spirituality. In fact, I have so many ideas that even my poor Vocal account has seen quite a few dozen articles drafted up too. They range from review like articles of music, movies, and food to advice and motivation for battling depression and anxiety and motherhood. The ideas flow infinitely across my head. My problem is I hardly come to finish any of the pieces I write. Call it crippling perfectionism or Imposter Syndrome, no matter how hard I try to write and finish, I stop myself before the end. Part of the reason being that I critique myself too harshly, but I mean, I know that it's not good enough so why even finish? I know I am too hard on myself and know that I have to put myself out there in order to improve. Yet, as I write I feel the passion fade away and tension and pressure build up inside me instead. As I reread what I wrote, I feel embarrassed for myself. It's too amateur, too sloppy; I sound pathetic. It's as if I have a standard for myself that I can't seem to meet mostly because I don't know what it is. So for years now I have claimed I have Writer's Block, the ongoing and never ending issue I seem to posses. I used to blame the lack of time to be the cause for my writer's block. I thought if I could dedicate enough time to sit and write in one moment then the problem would stop. However, frankly, I have the time now, yet I can barely finish a piece without feeling defeated and inadequate. I thought spending more time reading would also help me, but instead anxiety grows as I realize the talent many writers have that I seem to lack. I've created goals to help motivate me to write, but more often than not I avoid them to avoid the pressure of writing something I am unhappy with. The true irony of it all is that writing is suppose to be a form of expression. You see, I understand that there really isn't a "correct" way to write. Grammar, punctuation, and syntax are generally preferred, but technically it's not necessary. Just as art can range in beauty depending on who sees it, writing works the same way. There is suppose to be freedom in writing, but I as much as I seem to comprehend the concept, I very hypocritically struggle with breaking myself away from what I truly believe: that I am not a good enough writer. In the end of the day my writer's block is nothing more than the part of me that just wishes I didn't do this. The part of me that is afraid of failing and remaining inadequate. But today, that part of me did not win. Today regardless of fears I felt and the imperfections I saw, I pushed to do what my writer's block did not want me to do: write.
By Stephanie Rosas3 years ago in Confessions
Do I Have Adult ADHD? And What To Do Next
ADHD doesn’t exist, right? No one can focus, everyone gets distracted, and we all forget things. Right? Right? Hello? I used to insist this was the case for years. I would grandstand in the pub, in the office, and to any who’d listen, explaining ADHD was simply exuberant personalities not adhering to authority by fitting into school lessons and corporate jobs.
By Jamie Jackson3 years ago in Confessions
Speed
Introduction This is about a lot of things about me that make me too much for most people. My Faults I talk too fast, I talk too much, I write too fast and I write and publish too much, so some people ignore everything I do. I understand this, some creators just seem to be always posting something and eventually you think “I’ve had enough”.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
