Childhood
Breaking the Cycle: Overcoming Avoidant Attachment in Relationships
What is the most obvious trait of avoidant attachment personality in intimate relationships? It must always give people the feeling of rejecting others from afar, and the more they are moved, the more they want to escape.
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
The price to pay for our ignorance
In the age of technology, education has never been more accessible, and I think it’s only going to become more so and possibly get to the point where we get injected knowledge directly into our brains. That will be an interesting outcome actually, less work for us knowing things and more time to apply that knowledge to do the things we like, but we are not there yet, so I’ll talk about the reality as it stands.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
Why things aren’t changing (for you)
The sad reality is that for a lot of us, our lives have been pretty much the same. We do the same things, we get the same results, and we constantly wish for a change, we want the world to change, for it to become a better place, a nicer place and everything we imagine. In the same way we want our lives to become better, maybe earn more or even just to do better the things we already do.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
The easy way out
One fact I wish more people knew about is just how lazy their brains are, especially when it comes to analyzing events and drawing conclusions. Our brains will always seek the easiest solution to avoid having to do a lot of work purposefully so to save on energy, time and resources. What this means is that in every occasion we have to make use of our willpower to push our brains not to limit itself to the basic conclusion but to go beyond.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Visiting Some Old Ghost
In the story It by Stephen King there is a part where the character Ben Hanscomb returns to the area where he first encountered the antagonist of the story as a child and when his cab driver makes note of this visit he says he was just “visiting some old ghost”. Just over a week ago I had my own visit with some old ghost when I went back to the city of Chapel Hill, which is where I used to live as a kid.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
Growing Up with My Twin
Being a maze-like journey of life, we often find ourselves faced with tests of spirit, relationships and one’s perception of the world around us. One such time came at a friend’s birthday party in which I witnessed the bond between my sister whom I would refer to as “4 minutes early” in this piece, because she always teased me about her being older than me, even though we’re twins, now it’s not my fault the doctor accidentally hit ‘fast forward’ on her birth certificate!
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Confessions
I Rode My Brother Like A Buffalo But I Don't Care
I remember it like it was yesterday. Ten-year-old me in the shopping centre with my mother and my brother. He was older and fatter than I was which made my idea, at this time, even better. Mother was perusing a local merchants shop and had left us unattended. I was leaning over the balcony of the top level of the shopping centre not far from her, looking down upon the people on the ground floor constantly dilly dallying about like ants whose line had been disrupted by a falling leaf. Once I had become bored of the state of capitalism I turned away from the balcony, and I saw him. There he was: my older, fatter brother; standing in the dead centre of a walkway. Looking around like a wild buffalo on the American frontier who had lost his heard but not so much bothered by it at all. Truly a site to behold. This is what the first settlers in America must have felt like upon seeing this symbolic living entity for the first time.
By Karlitos Thomas2 years ago in Confessions
Young
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived in a cozy cottage with her parents and younger brother, Jack. Lily loved nothing more than exploring the world around her, and she spent most of her days wandering through the forest, climbing trees, and playing in the streams.
By Marian Cavazos 2 years ago in Confessions
