Humanity
If You Let Fear Control You, It'll Bring The Worst Out Of You
A great mistake we make during self-reflection is, trying to understand our emotions separately. It's true that when we feel angry as an example, it's hard not to just let that anger get the best out of us. Thus, once the damages have been done, we solely focus on our anger.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
Not Your Average Rant
I told myself I wasn’t going to sit down and write tonight. However, my mind is going chaotically wild, and I can’t stop it. The first strain of thoughts has to do with COVID. I know. I know. “We don’t talk about COVID.”. But why? Have you become so worried about what others think? Or is it because you still believe that it is fake? Or that it is a more aggressive version of the flu? No matter what you think of COVID, why is it that we can’t talk about it? Someone will jump down your throat about what you think about it if we do. Don’t get me started on masks. The amount of dirty looks I receive for wearing one is ridiculous. They don’t know why I wear it, yet they can’t control their expressions. I don’t wear it because I am not vaccinated, and I don’t wear it because I am freshly vaccinated. Quite honestly, I don’t feel like it is anyone’s business.
By E.G.4 years ago in Confessions
Death and Taxes
Take care of your own room; change your own ways of being. Take baby steps AWAY from the adults and PLEASE once and for all, abandon the species in its larval state, and embrace evolution towards becoming creatures no longer held captive by the laws of physics, or politics, or identity or gender. Make this day the beginning of an open story that you write, instead of passively colluding in a fictional character with your given name and apparent body, a fictional identity assembled by the expectations and needs of others. The greatest possible freedom you can ever have is the freedom to realise that you can be anybody, ANY-BODY, and any character, any identity, any creativity that you truly desire. The only limit to what we can become is the limit language puts upon us in its service of control. All hail the PANDROGYNE messenger of a possible New Way On. — Genesis P-Orridge
By James Garside4 years ago in Confessions
Shattered
After hitting my 30's I feel my life has fractured into several pieces of my self. I am a mother of 4 kids and married to my best friends who very recently became blind in 2020. a traumatic accident with a handgun took his sight leaving him blind for life. When I was younger I felt I could take on the world now, I feel shattered in this place. I never truly felt I belonged in this timeline to begin with. But even more now than ever. with all that's gone wrong in my life and all the struggle's I've over come. Stronger I may have become but at the same time I've become distant to the world and how its shaped its self for the worst I think any ways. When Covid hit in 2020 the world became so greedy, cold, and anti-social to everyone. the more I get up in the mornings the more I don't even want to try any more. Making friends is even harder to accomplish not only for me and my husband but for our kids too. Although I'm strong and egger the world is so hard to be more than successful. For years I have been trying at my dreams to bust and keep falling in the cycles of what's and whys. Watching others lie through success and I cant' even succeed in honesty. All I truly want to do is succeed in this life and give my children a chance to dream too. I have goals in my life to not only give to my children but for my husband as well to try and give him a second chance in life. It is so hard to achieve these even with all the resources out their and hard work. I have been trying so hard that in the middle of it I am so stressed that I'm never doing enough for my family. Being so shattered in this life it's like putting a broken mirror back together piece by piece. What I am trying to do is reflecting back at me in away I feel is empty or meaningless. As a parent and a caregiver to my blind husband life is a challenge but I don't regret my choices to stand by his side. I am just lost in this situation and just thinking to my self why's and how's in my current situation. Will it ever be enough or will this feeling of the broken feeling will ever lift up. Will my goals ever be an achievement, will they ever be enough, will they have a good meaning to my life's goals to give more to my family. I watch people around me being able to achieve their dreams and find what their looking for. Its like my family cant find away out what feels like a curse. Never giving up is one my biggest strengths but at times I feel I'm going to snap and brake down and cry because its never ending in the disappointments of this life. The world is becoming a dark whole of hateful people that don't seem to show remorse, sympathy, or help to those who really actually need it. It all just seems so dark and depressing along with isolated. Sorry for complaining about this world but i know some where I'm not the only person that sees this world going down the dark path. I am certain I'm not the only family struggling in a place that feels so empty and divided out from class to class, high or low or even by your ways of living.
By Megan Geren4 years ago in Confessions
Thankful for Growing Up on the Move.
My how school has changed over the years. Twenty years is a lot of time for change to take place, and it should continue to grow and move forward. There is one thing I hope never changes, and that is teachers. Teachers help shape the world in ways some people never even realized. We all have at least one someone we can say helped shape us into the humans we are today. Someone who showed us an interest we didn't even know we had, someone who cared enough to hear us out, and help raise us up. This someone could be a family member, family-friend, or sometimes even a complete stranger. Often this someone is an amazing teacher.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Confessions
How life is
Honestly, life sucks, I was going to write something too personal that happened recently, but I decided not to, because it is too recent honestly, and every time I think of what happened I just want to cry and hate myself more for what happened. So, I am going to put this put this out there; you don't know what happens behind closed doors, and when someone shows no interest in talking to you or being around you then you shouldn't continue to talk to them or be around them, they have their reasons.
By Audrey DeLong4 years ago in Confessions
It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
Black people: It’s okay to not be okay. She’s a strong black woman. That’s something you always hear when you see a successful black woman in public or a woman who has had to overcome trauma and come out relatively okay. “Strong”. Like we’re superhuman or something. Like we wear capes all day long or are masked crusaders coming to save people at night. While that all sounds lovely and perhaps a new character for DC or Marvel to delve into, it’s not the truth. Like, at all.
By Tee Richardson 4 years ago in Confessions
Women safety in india
Women Safety In India: As a teenager, I was always told by my mother to avoid clingy tops, and wear loose-fitting clothes which didn’t reveal the shape of my body. As a daughter-in-law I was made to follow customs and traditions without reasoning them. I never felt safe at home or outside. Why does the onus of safety always lies with the woman why can’t we create safe and empowering spaces for women?
By akib imran4 years ago in Confessions
Childhood
My sister and I adored listening to music. We would turn it up on the record player that my grandfather had given us and play all of my grandmother's old records. We had Nancy Sinatra and friends to entertain us for hours. We would dress up, sing, and dance to the music. My sister had a red and black sparkly, plaid skirt that she loved wearing. It was an innocent and joyful time for us. My childhood was what others might dream about....we had a great family unit, and we were always taken care of and loved.
By Christy 4 years ago in Confessions
7 Signs That Showed Me I’m On The Path To Douchebaggery
Author's preface: Given the title and content I give this piece only about a 10% chance of making it through the Vocal censor mill. It is almost certain to be rejected for publication for failing to meet Vocal's "community standards" or to be more precise, Vocal's censorship rules. If I had to hazard a guess I would say they will probably cite their ban on works that "slander" or "defame" as the justification for rejection. In my defense I would argue, as I have previously, that slander and/or defamation requires a specific individual or specific group of human target(s) to meet the definitions of the terms. It also must be an attack on an other not on oneself. It is not possible to slander or defame an idea, and one cannot slander or defame oneself. This piece does attack the idea of douchebaggery, not the individual douchebag or even the entire, large and growing population of douchebags living on this planet. It also posits the author (my fictional self) as the main target. As such it should be published without modification. If you do choose to publish this work Vocal please do not delete this author's preface first and then publish it as you have done on one other occasion with one of my works. Your rules may allow this, but it stinks even worse than your censorship rules. It either stands or falls in total as written. Incidentally this post is a satirical take on an article published on another platform entitled '7 Signs That Showed Me I'm on the Path to Success.' by author Tim Denning. Unlike myself, Tim happens to be a very, very successful writer and blogger. Moreover, he kindly did not raise any sort of stink when I parodied his original post. To the best of my knowledge he is not a douchebag.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
