Friendship
Seventeen Years On Facebook
Introduction I have been on Facebook for seventeen years, as long as I have been running my blog which you can visit here, and it seems every day that Facebook finds one more way to confound and annoy us. Seven Days In is here if you wish to explore it, although since joining Vocal is has just become a repository for observations on books that I read with the odd extra:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
The Moon and the Sun
In the beginning, when the world was new, the Moon and the Sun were not just celestial bodies illuminating the sky but beings filled with life, emotion, and stories of their own. They were deeply in love, their hearts intertwined in a dance that spanned the heavens.
By Tinyiko Shitlhangu2 years ago in Confessions
Exposing Narcissism!. AI-Generated.
In an age where self-promotion is rampant and social media fuels a culture of constant validation, the lines between healthy self-esteem and narcissism often blur. Have you ever wondered if your confidence crosses into narcissism, or if a loved one's behavior is veering into toxic territory? Understanding narcissism and its implications is crucial in today's society, where the impact of narcissistic behavior can deeply affect personal relationships and mental health. This article aims to explore the prevalence of narcissism, help you identify narcissistic traits within yourself or others, and recognize signs of narcissistic abuse.
By Aleesha Sauni2 years ago in Confessions
The Machine
How can I describe how terrible things in my head have been in the past several years. I'm moving past everything alone it seems. I keep going higher and higher and everyone I ever cared about is on the same ladder of the rung. I hate my life honestly. Start to finish it's been nothing but fight after fight after fight. Every single one has been different and challenging for me in different ways and some all the ways in one time. When I look back at things I used to be excited about I wonder who that person was that used to smile and laugh all the time. Still angry to a degree, but nothing to the point I am now. Food tastes different, I have no will to take care of myself and I've been alone not lonely but alone for the entirety of it. Nothing moves unless I move it, and nothing flows unless I release the water. You see I have three businesses that I'm simultaneously trying to run. Real businesses, not the ones that people tell you they own and don't have any clients or profits coming in. Real business like I started two of them out of a 1-bedroom apartment on my laptop that have made profit in the two years and counting we've been open. Two years of tax returns showing the proof, websites, employees, the whole nine. I also have a girlfriend who I thought would help me build this all with me. That was my first mistake... never assume someone will help you regardless of their words or closeness in proximity to you they are all the time. Running a business has never been about working yourself into the ground and if you still think that read any book from the E-Myth series. Businesses run themselves, they are their own entity completely separate from your personal identity. A business is supposed to be a machine. The employees are cogs in said machine and the owner turns the handle, so it runs properly.
By Tetrenius2 years ago in Confessions
A smile can hide so much pain
There is a widespread belief that positivity attracts positivity, even though I believe this is true to a degree, there isn’t necessarily a direct correlation. This belief has led people to be more inclined to socialize with positive persons and to resent negative persons.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Distance
We were close until that fateful day came, and our dark lives tore us away. We lived through untold traumas, and shared the pain and the love in a friendship that was rare; but here we are now, thirty years later and all you can do is talk to me, like I'm a stranger.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Confessions
Solstice of Renewal
In the quaint town of Solara, nestled between rolling hills and a shimmering lake, the anticipation of the summer solstice was palpable. The townspeople had been preparing for weeks, dusting off old scrolls and relics, and reawakening the tales of their ancestors. This year, they were to revive an ancient solstice ritual that had been dormant for centuries.
By RAVI KUMAR2 years ago in Confessions
Regret
The Lost Chance It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through old photos on my phone, when I stumbled upon a picture of Lisa and me from high school. Lisa, with her bright smile and infectious laughter, was my best friend back then. We did everything together – from late-night study sessions to sneaking out for midnight snacks.
By Farida2 years ago in Confessions
Deadly Dreams. Content Warning.
John Weston was the wildest son of a gun you could ever meet as far as I was concerned. At age 19, he could out-hunt, fish, wrestle (thumb, arm, or on the mat), and drink any other man in our county. I wouldn't call him impulsive, but he had a short fuse. He did not suffer fools gladly, and it didn't take long for one (or more) to earn a challenge from John to shut up, get out, or fight. As quick as he was to mix it up, though, when the matter was settled to his satisfaction, he'd stop the fight and move on with his life. "No need to humiliate anyone, Billy," he'd say to me. "Just prove your point."
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Confessions
