Humanity
Algorithm of Emotions
Algorithm of emotions does not exist. What I mean is, what we feel isn't not the same as following a ruleset to define what we must feel if conditions are met. I ruled the day that I would be overruled. To meet someone like me was to meet someone old and not new. You came at random and I dispute your own catfish, your friends disregarded, the goals you had was not mine to share. So much alike that we are actually different. You hated chocolate while I was indifferent. You saw the world as a need for order. Do things your way because it's better and causes no torture. To imagine that I had a future with someone I had fun with, became open and communicative so nobody can plead the fifth. Finally able to think for myself and to be, or so I thought.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
Excuses
Confession: I make excusesđ I know shocking right? This morning I made too many to count. I excused myself from waking up by hitting the alarm clock and continuing to make every excuse I could think of to just get five more minutes of sleep. I excused myself from drinking waterâ and said âbut I need caffeine to wake myself upâ. I reasoned myself into 3 cinnamon rolls instead of oneâbecause âhey I mean I never cook cinnamon rolls before school anyway, so today will be a special treat. Letâs not forget the BIG excuse I made as to why I didnât do the dishes last night.
By Natalie Stover2 years ago in Confessions
Surprises for Me About my Husband
Now, what does that mean, âWomen donât think the same way men do!â? Hubbyâs oldest daughter clued me in when we first started to date. She said, âThe best way to get my dadâs attention is in the truck. You can talk to him, and he canât escape!â
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Confessions
Isolated
Nothing's satisfying anymore Not bourbon, not arguments, not masturbating, not a great movie, only the morning coffee and cigarette. There's no relief or release anymore, we're nothing but stuck, without the hope of a road trip, or the wish of a gold coin.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
The Sun and The Shift
Something is shifting inside me, inside my consciousness or in the place my self-awareness lives, or my self-esteem. Maybe the shift is wrapped in self-love or self-confidence. Iâve been exploring timeline shifts, quantum leaps, and the idea that every version of ourselves already exists, so that if we just visualize our future selves in the future house/clothes/career/whatever, we can shift our entire trajectory just by placing ourselves in the exact circumstances we want to be in in our minds. So maybe itâs that. Maybe Iâm feeling different because I am mid-shift.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Confessions
Am I Not Miserable Enough?
Introduction I think I have touched this several times, and, as always I can take a sentence and turn it into a few hundred words of ideas to take people on a guided tour of what is going on inside my head (though some would say not very much).
By Mike Singleton đ Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Is Reciprocity Cyclical?. Top Story - January 2024.
Introduction I was going to ditch this as it might just seem like me whining about losing readers, one of the reasons for this was me walking out of a group after being pilloried by one of the members for "not sticking to the rules" and "self-promotion" because I shared Vocal stories there.
By Mike Singleton đ Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
