Bad habits
Be Your Own Boss: Leading Yourself with Purpose and Freedom
Be Your Own Boss: Leading Yourself with Purpose and Freedom To be your own boss is to take charge of your life, make your own decisions, and follow a path that aligns with your personal goals and values. It's about embracing responsibility, staying true to your dreams, and having the courage to make choices that reflect who you are. It’s not just about being in control; it’s about nurturing self-respect, resilience, and a sense of purpose. When you think of yourself as your own boss, you become the leader of your own journey, setting goals that fulfil your passions and reflecting on your achievements with pride. This essay explores what it truly means to be your own boss and how this mindset transforms lives.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
The Dark Side of Corporate Greed
Let us examine the development of ethical quandaries throughout history. Imagine that Socrates, a man in ancient Greece, is ready to have a cup of hemlock because he suggested that there might be other people besides the gods who could know the answers to life's major problems. Yes, he practically died for ethics because he took them so seriously. What dedication! The moral dilemmas of the day, however, were really simple: "Should I tell the truth, even if it gets me killed?" "Should I tell the truth, even if it loses me my social media followers?" is one of the many wrinkles that have been added to the questions we still ask ourselves today. or "Is it appropriate for me to upload my brain to the cloud?"
By LUKE KHAKEYOabout a year ago in Confessions
Feelings
My friend asked me recently what I thought about him. It is a hard question to answer. I feel there were so many things that happened. Being with him is kind of respite from most of the chaos that happens around me. I don't even know if it will be ok to go to my grandma's house. I don't want to say I am using you because I care about your wellbeing.. The world calls me, death is assured. I want to be happy too, and I do like the idea of not always being terrified of things. But I know you won't take me where I need to go.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Shortest Stick
Everyone has a bad day. I’ve had my share, but the older that I get, the more that I realize that there is always someone that is facing harder circumstances than I am. For instance, I thought school was pretty hard. I didn’t really fit in, and I didn’t really feel like I was a part of anything. I felt pretty insignificant. Because of this, I had a hard time connecting with other people later on. I was used to being judged, so I instantly figured that everyon that I met was judging me. I was used to being bullied, so I expected it. When I was about nineteen, one of the friends that I did have when I was in high school went to college and got a roommate. My friend wanted me to meet this guy, so I did. The guy that I met was nice. He was different from the guys that I grew up with, and he wasn’t as harsh on others as most people that I knew. This new guy started telling me about how he grew up. He had cerebral palsy, so he had a lot of struggles when he was younger. Mobility was one of them. So, while I was worried about making new friends, he was worried about if he would be able to walk. Then, the new guy told me about how nice everyone was to him in school and about his dreams to be a wrestler. He knew that having cerebral palsy affected the possibility of his dreams and instead of getting all upset about it, he made it work for him. Since he couldn’t wrestle right away, he became an announcer, so he could be a part of the sport that he loved so much. Instead of getting jealous of the other people that were able to participate in the dream sport he so much wanted to be a part of, he became friends with them. He tried not to let his struggles get him down, and he did the best that he could to be a part of the sport that he loved. As I got older, I met several more people just like this guy. I met someone my age that lost his sibling due to addiction. I met a single mother that got pregnant at an early age and had to suffer the loss of the baby’s father. I even followed the story of someone that I went to school with as she suffered a miscarriage. All of these people touched my life in a way. It helped me remember that despite the struggles I was going through, there were other things out there that people were enduring that were just heartbreaking, and knowing that these people were able to get up every day and do what they needed to do, helped give me the motivation to do the same. Life isn’t perfect. We all have struggles, and being there to witness other peoples’ struggles and help them if you can puts life in perspective. There might be a day where everything seems to go wrong and everything seems crazy and chaotic, but if you look to your left or your right, you might realize that someone else is going through a situation that is ten times worse than what you are. At least I did, and that made me more appreciative of my circumstances. I’m thankful that I was born in a country with clean and available water. I’m thankful that I have a right to an education, and I’m thankful that I have the ability to choose who I marry or who my friends are. Some people don’t even get these basic rights.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
How A Short Sentence Like "I Do" Becomes A Life Sentence
I've had my share of setbacks throughout life, but the biggest challenge I encountered was my relationship with alcohol. Much like many alcoholics I've met, I started drinking at a very young age. I grew up with an alcoholic father, something I was acutely aware of when I was very young.
By Nathal Nortanabout a year ago in Confessions
Open Wins Over Stubborn Shuns
I waited a couple of years after I came out to start dating women. First of all, when I was younger, there was only one woman that I was kind of interested in and she didn’t like me the same way. Second of all, there wasn’t a large amount of LGBTQI people in my area, so I really didn’t know too much about dating women. I also didn’t know what I was interested in. See, I knew the traits that I wanted in the person that I was dating, or at least I thought that I did, but I didn’t know where to meet them or how to start a good conversation with them or even how to progress these interactions into a relationship. I had absolutely no experience in this area, and most of the people that I was around were straight. So, I felt absolutely alone. Then, when my family moved to a larger city and I started working at a hotel, I began to meet more women that caught my eye. I started to make friends and I found a community of LGBTQI people, which opened my eyes to a world that I had never known. When I had first come out, I was told that I was going through a phase. I was told that being gay was against my religion. I was also misunderstood a lot. For instance, one of my teachers had an open discussion in her class where the students could ask each other questions, and I was asked who I was attracted to in that class. I felt like an outcast, and the way that people reacted to me coming out was to do everything that they could to put me back in the closet. There wasn’t a lot of education back then on LGBTQI people. They didn’t have any laws protecting people that identified with that group, and they weren’t really worried about hurting other peoples’ feelings. People just did or said what they wanted to, and if you weren’t the same as them, then a lot of the time you were outcasted. There were more incidences of hate crimes, deaths, and suicides pertaining to the LGBTQI community too, and there really weren’t any known resources that were widely available to the general public. The Internet wasn’t as big of a thing. In fact, the first Internet that we had in our house cut off the phone line and made a lot of noise when you logged into it. Anyhow, when I came out, I didn’t know what I was looking for or what would make me happy. I had hung out with a lot of men growing up, so I considered myself more masculine, but I didn’t really identify as butch. Therefore, the first few women that I dated were ones that considered themselves more feminine than I was and they were the ones to make the first move. It was easier that way, if I let them call the shots, then I knew they would be happy, and I would be happy for the companionship. At first, dating like this worked for me. I got to experience taking a woman out to dinner for the first time. I was able to have long conversations in the park, and it was nice to have the company of another person after a long day at work. However, after a while, I knew that I needed more. I just didn’t know what. I was tired of dating women that expected me to pick up the tab all of the time. I felt like I had to be more concerned with what was going on in their lives without them giving me the same consideration, and I also thought that in order to have a girlfriend, these were things that I had to deal with. I had to deal with constant chaos, fighting, cheating, and there were even a couple that treated me poorly when they were around their friends. I dated a few that needed or wanted me to pay the bill when we went out, and sometimes, this would break the budget that I had set for myself for the week. There were even times when a girl that I was dating wouldn’t talk to me again until I got paid. I had never been with a real partner, a person that was willing to pull half the weight, was equally concerned about my wellbeing, and truly wanted to experience life with me. Most of the women that I was dating didn’t really show a huge amount of interest in my life. They were more concerned about their own. They had a picture in their head of what I should be, and for a lot of them it was a stereotype of what a butch woman should do for her partner. The thing was, I wasn’t butch. I wasn’t femme. I wasn’t anything but me, and for a lot of the people that I went out with, this was confusing. I lost some of my respect for relationships around that time. I was tired of having to deal with people that were more concerned about themselves than about me. I was annoyed that there wasn’t give and take in our conversations, and I had a couple people that I had gone out with that were dishonest and unfaithful. So, after talking to one of my friends, I decided to put the idea of being in a relationship on the backburner. I didn’t want to spend my life unhappy and I knew that if I continued dating the same people, I was never going to get very far. So, I stopped looking. I stopped dating, and I just concentrated on myself and hanging out with my friends. I also talked more to a woman that I had become friends with at work. Now, this woman wasn’t always someone that I had gotten along with. She was a manager, and she replaced the job of my original manager, so when I had first met her, I told her right away that I didn’t like her and I didn’t want anything to do with her. Ironically, I worked a lot, and as time went by, I had gotten to know her better. We had similar experiences growing up. We had people in our families that were alike. We even thought alike when it came to our interpretations of the world and other people. It was uncanny. The more we got to know each other, the more I wanted to be around her. I liked her company. I liked to see her happy, and she genuinely cared for me and the things that were occurring in my life. It was an unlikely friendship, and the more time that we spent with each other, the more we relied on each other. Then, one day, I went out with one of my college friends. We hung out, talked, and the woman at work came up in our conversation. At the end of the conversation, my friend smiled and told me that I needed to tell my friend at work how I felt. She explained that the way that I was talking about her made it seem like I was in love with her, and if I didn’t tell the other woman how I felt, I might risk never knowing if a relationship between the two of us could work out. Of course, I shook my head and told my friend that I wasn’t going to do it. I was too worried about there being someone else or the woman at my work turning me down. I didn’t even feel like I was in the same league as the woman that I worked with. She was so nice and caring, and she really did want the best for everyone. There was no way that a woman like that would want to be in a relationship with me. However, my college friend insisted that I talk to the woman at my work and tell her how I felt even after I told her that I couldn’t do it, and those words swirled around my head for the next few days, making me wonder if I should have that conversation. After a few days, I went to work and the woman that I had grown close to at work told me that she needed to talk to me. I agreed to conversate in private, and the two of us went to the back of the building. As I looked at this woman, the woman that I had slowly become friends with, the woman that had won my heart, I wondered why she looked so nervous. I could tell by the expression on her face that something was up, and I knew that if she had a look like that then it probably wasn’t the best time to tell her that I had feelings for her. She began to talk, and then, she would stop. The anticipation of what she had to tell me was making me anxious, so anxious that I started guessing what she was going to tell me, because waiting for her to tell me was too difficult to handle. After a few bad guesses, she finally told me what she had to say. She was in love with me, and she wanted to pursue a relationship. I was astounded. I didn’t know what to say. Of course, I wanted to date her. She was unlike any woman that I had ever known. She didn’t judge me. She didn’t have a preconceived notion of how I should act. She just treated me like a person. She cared about me. She talked to me about my feelings and the things that I wanted out of life, and I did the same for her. We ended up dating, and that evolved into marriage and kids and several other experiences down the road, and I realized that in the romance department, this was the woman that I needed to be with. She made me a better person. My faith was stronger with her by my side, and I had the freedom to be myself without being told what I should do or how I should act. I didn’t know what I needed so it came to me when I least expected it, and I didn’t have to settle for something that made my life harder.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
Keep Your Mind Happy: The Key to a Fulfilling Life
Keep Your Mind Happy: The Key to a Fulfilling Life In the rush and chaos of modern life, happiness often feels like an elusive treasure hidden behind the pressures of work, social obligations, and personal challenges. Yet, the key to a fulfilling life may be simpler than we think: keeping our minds happy. A happy mind doesn’t mean a life without problems, but rather an ability to maintain a positive outlook and resilience, even when facing difficulties. Cultivating happiness within ourselves can transform how we experience the world, make us more compassionate towards others, and allow us to navigate life’s challenges with strength and optimism.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Who's the Clown?
Once I got past my shy phase, I found that I was quite a talker. This opened me up to meeting people that I wouldn’t have had I not found my voice and when it came to competition, I became more motivated to show how good I could do with whatever challenge was given to me. I started showing off, letting others know the skills that I possessed, hoping that this would give them a better perspective of my personality and hoping to make friends. Nevertheless, I found out quickly that this wasn’t the best way to do this. One of the first times that I remember doing this was in first grade. The teacher thought that I was good at creating stories and offered to let me put on a play for the students next door. I got my little team of people together and we came up with a play, assigning each person to his or her role. We practiced, and when we thought that we were ready, we walked to the other class to put on our performance. However, when we got there, everything fell apart. At first, our play was flowing naturally. Everyone was doing the best job that they could with their roles, and people seemed to be having fun. However, when the initial excitement died down, I decided to hype things up by deviating from the script. Everyone was scrambling to figure out how to do their part. At some point, shoes were thrown, and the teacher in that class kicked us out without us having the chance to finish our play. I was sad and embarrassed, and I knew that if I hadn’t tried to show off, I might have gotten a standing ovation. Then, when I was in second or third grade, I tried out for the basketball team. I got in, and it was cool, because I was one of two girls. I was bound and determined to do my best. I had found that usually when I was around all boys and I was playing any kind of sport, people favored the boys over the girls, so I wanted to show everyone that I was just as good as they were. I worked hard and practice ended, leaving all of the kids there to hang out and wait for their parents. That’s when I saw one of the boys playing on the monkey bars in the gym. I was used to having to prove myself, and I didn’t see the point in not making a new friend, so I walked over there and began to play with him. We competed, trying to see who could go across more bars, when I slipped and crashed to the gym floor, breaking open my chin. I don’t remember much about what happened next. I know my mom came, and I know that I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. However, everything happened so fast that keeping track of each and every detail is hard. What I do remember is that after that, I wasn’t allowed to play any sports during recess and I couldn’t go back to my basketball team. If I hadn’t tried to show off, I might not have been in the same position. Then, when I was a teenager, I was riding my bike and saw a couple of boys that I knew from school. One of the boys was someone that I used to hang out with, and I thought that I would get their attention by trying to ride my bike without holding on to the handle bars. This was all good and great until I fell off the bike and into a curb, breaking open my lip and injuring my wrist. The scar on my lip became a permanent fixture, and my wrist still hurts every once in a while, and I know that if I hadn’t tried to show off for them, I might not have had that unfortunate accident. I learned that it is okay to be thankful and happy for your achievements, but you have to be careful about showing off. Sometimes, when you are trying to get someone’s attention in that way, it goes south, and there are times when that happens where you end up with permanent scars from your experiences.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a year ago in Confessions
Dark water
I went walking around at night to look at the trick or treaters but found there weren't many. I think I got possessed by a demon while I was walking around. I was glad the children laughed though.. I kept walking away from them. I scared myself walking around. I knew I was going to find darkness tonight.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Types of arrogance
What are the types of arrogance? There are three types of arrogance, as explained below: Individual arrogance: The arrogant person gives himself an exaggerated opinion of his abilities, traits, or achievements that is inappropriate or inconsistent with reality, as he exaggerates his actions, and exaggerates his competencies and skills, which automatically leads to the formation of a distorted image of himself in the eyes of others, which leads to a result opposite to what the arrogant person aspires to. Comparative arrogance: This type arises when the arrogant person makes an exaggerated comparison between his abilities, traits, or achievements and the abilities of others, as this type of arrogance is not limited to exaggerating the image of the self in front of everyone, but is also accompanied by the appearance of an inferior view of others, their achievements, and their abilities in the mind of the arrogant person. Hostile arrogance is the height of arrogance, as it involves an arrogant person defaming others in order to monopolize a position of superiority for himself alone. This arrogant person not only believes in himself, but also believes that others are inferior to him, and acts accordingly, as he often insults them, ignores them, or meets their actions and words with extreme contempt. Who is an arrogant person? Arrogance can be defined as a personality trait that gives a person a feeling of hatred centered around self-esteem; an arrogant person is one who acts as if he is higher and more important than others, and accordingly, he tends to disrespect and belittle others, while at the same time aiming to gain complete admiration and respect from others, in addition to his desire to appreciate everything he does, no matter how great, and for his special qualities and abilities to always be noticed. Reasons for arrogance Arrogance arises in a person for many reasons, including the following: Achieving great accomplishments Arrogance arises in a person's heart when he is able to achieve accomplishments and successes that others around him have not been able to achieve, especially if this accomplishment is tremendous and calls for pride and boasting, as this gives him great self-confidence and respect, and comparisons begin within him between himself and others. Then the person will look with contempt at everyone who has not been able to achieve the same success, because the subconscious mind always compares a person's life with his peers to measure progress in matters that matter to him, and these looks and comparisons may increase in the arrogant person, which makes him always believe that he is the most superior among everyone. Using vanity as a means to unjustifiably elevate one's status An arrogant person may not have achieved any notable accomplishments in his life, but he has adopted the trait of vanity as a means to elevate his status and magnify his abilities, and instead he does so through his work and successes, and in this way he deceives others, and may make them believe that he is the competent person, but soon the matter becomes clear to everyone, and they are surprised and wonder where this vanity comes from and what is the need for this vanity, and they discover that this vanity is baseless. Using vanity as a defense mechanism This is a common reason behind vanity, which is that the person is trying to protect himself through his vanity and exaggerated self-esteem, so he may act arrogantly to hide insecurity, inferiority, lack of confidence, and hide the fear of rejection from others, which makes the person act arrogantly towards them; he believes that vanity enables him in this case to reject others before they reject him, which makes it a preemptive strike in his opinion. This can happen when an arrogant person knows that they are below the required level professionally or socially, which makes them worried that others will find out and be rejected, so the arrogant person may show rejection first, to protect themselves and avoid hurting and being rejected. Seeking attention Arrogant people care a lot about being accepted by others, so arrogance may sometimes be an attempt to attract attention, because no other way to attract attention has worked, and this applies to people who have seen that arrogance has led to them getting a lot of attention in the past; for this reason, they have become motivated to continue this behavior, but once their arrogance becomes unattractive to them, they will abandon this behavior. How to deal with arrogant people Here are some methods that can be followed when dealing with arrogant people:- Be kind to them, without trying to correct their behavior. - Accept the fact that the person is arrogant, and accept the fact that he always feels superior, but on the other hand, it is worth noting the need to be careful not to generate feelings of inferiority and personal frustration. - Avoid direct and individual communication with the arrogant person, as communication may turn into a negative and stifling discussion, so it is better for the discussion to include one or more other people, which makes communication smoother, and the third party may be a helpful solution to reduce the intensity of the discussion with the arrogant person. - Sufficient boundaries must be set in relationships with the arrogant person, by specifying the time and course of the conversation, in order to ensure the safety of the relationship for both parties, and it is advisable to resist any disagreements that would prolong the time allocated for the discussion; and if there is no room for a healthy discussion despite making every possible effort, it may be time to plan to end this relationship; as no one should remain silent and endure abuse, whether in a personal or professional relationship.
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Confessions
