Bad habits
The Fleeting High of Retail Therapy
I have a confession. I am an irresponsible over spender. It’s not a rare condition. I have a friend who cannot stop buying clothes despite, the fact that she has to make her basement her closet so they all fit. Her favorite outing when we get together is coffee first and then shopping. I love her dearly but she’s a bad influence on me.
By Natalie Forrest4 years ago in Confessions
I Can't Handle Change
Nothing I do is ever good. I think about it all the time. What if I am not doing this right? Am I living up to the correct standards? How in the world would I know? I have had so many people tell me I am doing it all wrong, but they won't inform me how to do it right. Almost anything in this society is okay. But at the same time, you have to keep to yourself if you are a female in some circumstances. The same thing goes with races, ethnicities, and other genders.
By Ceo Of Dying4 years ago in Confessions
My 30-day Journal Journey
When you tell people that you are lost, usually they will say something along the lines of telling you to do what brings you joy. When I was feeling lost and depressed, every video I watched or article I read, said something about joy and doing what you love. However, when I really thought about it, I didn't know what that meant. I was so lost and depressed that I couldn't see what brought me joy. I understood the answer, but I didn't know what that meant for me. The thing about being depressed and lost is that you have a problem finding joy in life. So trying to make a life plan around joy and happiness was hard for me to come up with. That was when I read something that would bring me more clarity.
By Talara Nolan4 years ago in Confessions
I Sometimes Break Into Construction Sites
I have been alive for more than 28 years. That is not a very long time if you think about it. I am still relatively young and active. Yet, I am here still trying to figure out how the universe works and how I can improve my life. However, I am also one of those people where things just kind of...happen around me, and I have no clue how I got there in the first place. I make snap decisions, and I somehow stumble across adventures, which I never knew I could experience. So, when this Vocal Media challenge popped up, I knew I had to share this experience. This is the story of how I broke into a construction site... entirely by accident. How is that possible, you ask? Well, let me tell you.
By Ada Zuba4 years ago in Confessions
What is the point of love if it always ends in heartache?
And here I am again crying over somebody who was never mine and who will never be mine. I wonder if my pain is showing through my eyes and that's why they're all looking at me like something is wrong. I would like to say I'm strong enough to handle it and just move on but I don't think I am. I'm going to have to be though because I don't really have a choice and I am sarcastically, ironically laughing at myself for how fucking stupid I can be and how stupid I continue to be.
By Mallory Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Perfectionism: The Fine Line Between Obsessive and Productive. Top Story - November 2021.
I organize my closet by color, then by sleeve length. All of my clothes face the same direction, and nothing is falling off hangers or sitting on the floor. The hangers are all the same cedar brown with a metal hook.
By wanderluster4 years ago in Confessions
Misplaced Chivalry
There used to be a reoccurring skit on Mad TV that had a white trash couple and the male would frequently (and mistakenly) accuse other men of checking out his “ole lady” and subsequently attack the accused only to reveal his own ineptness at fighting. I once knew a couple like that, the only difference being that they were Hispanic, and the guy could fight. He had fucked up a number of guys prior to this story. I’m guessing that it spiced up their sex life, but that’s purely conjecture. He might have just been an idiot, or she might have been his poisonous fuck bunny (a term coined by Marc "The Animal MacYoung" meaning a woman that enjoys getting you into fights. I highly recommend him as an author), or both.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
Stationery
O.K., people do wonder about my habit. I have to admit that it is not easy being me and having to suffer with an addiction to stationery. Yes, stationery. Papyrophilia. I am admitting something that most people would not find embarrassing, but to me it is something quite shameful, despite all of the success that it has given me. I even dread sharing this with you, especially after all that has passed between us. But why not? I have some time before my next meeting.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
The Day My Mind Finally Snapped
Way back in approximately, 1989, I was stationed in Germany...9th Engineer Battalion. I’d been there about five, maybe, six months. Now, the key to deciphering how fucked up a unit is, is the lowness of the number. If you’re in, say the 462nd Engineer Battalion, things are going to be relatively easy. 9th Engineer Battalion is obviously much lower than that. Oh, and I was in the First Infantry Division (whose motto is, “No mission too difficult, no sacrifice too great...and they mean that shit); that’s my combat patch too, but that came later. I was fairly well indoctrinated as too how harsh the life of a soldier was, I thought, then I got sent to “the field” with Charlie company. For those who don’t know, a combat engineer is like infantry, plus explosives.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
