Friendship
It's NOT your story to tell
How well do you know your friends? I hope they are true to you as you are to them. Our life has its ups and downs, and sometimes we get drowned in the problems. You will get to the point where you think it's a good decision, better than their advice. So, instead of getting back to your lifestyle, you'll only keep on doing whatever it may take you. Of course, at first you feel happy because it's a new environment. A new person in your life. You thought it would be easier to live with your "new family." Until, one day, you'll notice the changes that you were in a worse situation than before. Their behaviour towards you changed. You will end up losing your path. You would wake up realizing you're not yourself anymore. Even though you wanted to seek their help, you couldn't because of the thought that they might end up judging you. The only choice left to you was to accept the things they would say about you or stay where you've chosen to.
By Emlyza Studio4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Subscribers
Dear Subscribers, Hello superfans, Danimals, Danamaniacs, and assorted ne'er do wells. My subscriber count has been increasing at a rapid rate since I first began publishing on Vocal.media nearly 4 months ago. The sizzling pace of almost 1 subscriber every fifteen days has resulted in massive growth from zero subscribers in June of this year to a full octet of eight subscribers today. Amazingly, at least two of you must be complete strangers as I do not have more than six friends, acquaintances, or relatives who do not find my non technical writings, weird, stupid, confusing, not funny, scary, gross, disturbing and/or boring and thus avoid them at all costs. Now that my subscriber count has reached octomom levels (thanks to each of you) I felt it would be a good time for me to reach out personally and say thank you. As I pondered what I might do to show my appreciation to my rabid fan base that would satiate their unquenchable desire for all things everyday junglist I hit upon the idea of this newsletter. After all, you obviously love my writing so what better reward could I bestow upon each of you than to prepare an original article specifically addressed to you written in my patented intelligent, yet nonsensical style in the voice of an ego driven blowhard, but with the eyes of an angel, and a rare talent for run on sentences. As usual my idea was a fantastic one, but as soon as I sat down to write I found I could not focus on the task at hand. My mind was simply too preoccupied. Like each of you no doubt, I have not been able to stop thinking about the endangered bird the Mccaw after Vocal published their latest and most groundbreaking, creating, and innovative writing challenge yet, featuring that aforementioned feathered friend of friends. Two classic run ons back to back, both with serious grammatical and punctuation problems, I am on fire tonight!
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
From the One Who Chose Boys Over Girls:. Top Story - October 2021.
In college, I was that girl who hung out with boys more than girls. Yes, I was even in a sorority and still hung out with my guy friends in the fraternity more than my own sorority sisters. I loved to drink, have fun, party and just sit and hang out. All of my friends, my girlfriends, would tell me that one day the boys will let me down. I never really took it to heart, but looking back at it now, I wish I had. I wouldn’t say I lost my friends because of it, but I am not as close to people I could have been if I had given them more of a chance.
By Caroline4 years ago in Confessions
I Am the Villian in My Ex-best Friend’s Life, and I Am Okay With That
My best friend and I were inseparable — we were always there for each other. We talked every day and had known each other since grade school. This friendship is one that I thought would last a lifetime. We were the best of friends!
By That Psych Nerd4 years ago in Confessions
To The Manic Depressives I've Loved
There’s a type. There’s always a type. You have a type. I have a type. We all have types of people we entangle in our lives, that we hold until they’ve beaten us to a pulp, leaving us gasping and brutalized with their passion, hurting but craving for more.
By Kris Berg4 years ago in Confessions
Doldrums
I've been told that when you have a long wait ahead of you, you should pretend you're on a platform waiting on a train. This will make the waiting somewhat easier to bear because it removes the uncertainty of the conclusion. Everyone knows that, sooner or later, a train will arrive. Why? Because that's the purpose of the platform.
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Confessions
I Know a Guy
I know this guy, I won’t give his name for the sake of anonymity but suffice to say I know him very well. He has always been a good friend, honest and trustworthy, and lives what appears to be a very normal life. One day we got to talking and for some reason I can’t remember the topic of psychic powers came up. I laughed and dismissed any and all such claims as bogus and assumed my friend would do the same, but he did not. In fact, to my great surprise, he got real still, looked me in the eyes and said, “Dan, I’m a believer, people can and do have psychic abilities, and I happen to be one of them.” Immediately I began to chuckle thinking he was playing some sort of joke on me, but after a few seconds, when he did not join in, I awkwardly coughed, apologized, and asked him to explain. “OK, buddy, I’m intrigued, tell me exactly what this so called psychic power of yours is, and of course I am then going to need to see a demonstration.” He gathered himself for a moment and I could tell he was thinking deeply, trying to determine the best way to explain himself. After a few moments of silence he began.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
From Girls Night to the Last Exorcist
On Ask.Fm someone asked, "Have y'all had a paranormal experience? If yes, what was it?" I gave a short answer online but they asked me to explain further... so I will! For sake of reputations and personal information, I will change the names of the people in the story.
By Xel4 years ago in Confessions
The First Move
Like most kids I went through school with my friends from childhood. Preschool then kindergarten and so on until I graduated from high school. My parents went to our local church and since they were regulars they built relationships with other church goers who also had kids. Those kids at least most of them would attend my preschool which is now another church, go figure. We had to wear uniforms at this school everyday, and on Wednesday we got even more dressed up putting on ties and sweater vests. Although it was a charter school I remember the children still being normal. Most of our parents were in the middle class so, they were shelling out extra money for our education, but because of that we were raised strictly. The money they were shelling out put our families in the hole and they made sure we knew it. Constantly pushing us beyond our limits holding their unreachable expectations above our heads. It refined us, but also made us stubborn as we were all put into a group in which we were supposed to be the best. During this time I found out who my best friend for the entirety of my life would be. Before I knew his name both he and I requested to use the restroom. We finished, but a child’s curiosity knows no bounds and we dared each other into the girls bathroom. Well, unfortunately we didn’t plan on there being girls in there and even more unfortunate than that we didn’t understand girls in the slightest. We just wanted to know why it smelled good and why there were no urinals; they wanted to know why we were there, and instead of asking us they all became banshees. We ran for our lives and made it back to class, but the girls were hot on our tails telling everyone what had just happened. We got suspended that day (for a couple days), but when we got back we were best friends.
By Tetrenius4 years ago in Confessions
