Humanity
Affection
I am not a touchy person. I am not sure when it started. It could have started because my parents were never really affectionate, especially my mom. It could have been because I was molested in preschool. No matter, it got worse as I got older. It did not matter if it was a friend, family member, potential lover, girl or guy. It always felt weird to hug, hold hands, bump shoulders, etc. The tension I would feel was much worse with guys.
By Tori4 years ago in Confessions
Nourish good habits
The party of December 2021 at my house is ingrained in my memory. The party turned out to be a nightmare for me. I hosted a get-together party for my school friends at my house. The party kicked off with a delightful spirit. Meeting old friends is so gratifying, reminiscing those golden memories, reliving the times when we were scoundrels. Soon it became a boisterous gathering. I had made an arrangement for some games like darts, billiards, truth and dare, etc. but people did not seem to be interested. They preferred to drink and talk about old times. Alcohol started kicking in. Music and noise grew louder. I became a little tensed that my neighbors would make a fuss about it, even though I had apologized for the expected disturbance beforehand. I, as a sincere host, drank the least; but I enjoyed the most. I kept myself busy observing others, offering food and drink, and gossiping. I had a lot of catching up to do as I had missed the last party held at James' house. Neil and Portia got flirtatious with each other. James started rambling about his wife's mistrust. Thomas, Steven, and Jennifer started dancing mainly to avoid James. Steven suddenly felt dizzy and dashed to the restroom. I could hear a loud noise even in the midst of the music. He came out wobbly with his hand scrubbing his forehead. A few steps later he fell, passed out, on the floor even before reaching the carpeted area. Thus banging his head hard on the concrete floor. Blood started pouring out. Kelly and Thomas rushed him to the ER. Others also left for the hospital. I stayed back. It was already late and I had office the next morning.
By abhidipta mallik4 years ago in Confessions
A Lesson in Love
I experienced my first real crush at 12 years old. A neighbor who lived a street over; we shared the same backyard fence. He was a year older than me, which in middle school meant a lot. At the age of 13, he was already handsome and charming, the star of the basketball team, and I, on the other hand, was an awkward, shy preteen. No amount of Abercrombie and Fitch jeans, black eyeliner, and drugstore lipgloss could turn me into someone he'd ever be interested in.
By Kara Hutchinson4 years ago in Confessions
Child Reflection
Being an adult is overrated. I’ve posted my grievances on social media, but only a few cares and shares. I was fifteen years old when I first started hashing out a plan to move out. I wanted to break free from the prison my strict mother reigned over. No sleepovers! No play dates! No boyfriends! No parties at home, and no parties I was allowed to go to. “I hate here;” I mumbled under my breath often growing up. I was always required to come straight home from school until junior high. My sister and I were primarily independent and responsible for our selves going and coming home from school. If we missed the school bus, we caught public transits. We didn’t talk to strangers, only answered calls with known names on the caller ID and didn’t open the door for anybody.
By Kimberly D. Dantica4 years ago in Confessions
Haven Circle
It was late June of 2018. My ex fiancé and I had gotten into another of our explosive, albeit pointless arguments. I can no longer recall what it was about. Before he could walk out on me for the third time that week and disappear into the woods for hours, I stole out the door to do exactly that myself. It was about a ten minute leisurely walk to the maintenance entrance of the state forest; I thought aloud and cried while I walked. What had I gotten myself into? Within a year, paradise had turned to nightmares. I couldn’t do this anymore, but how could I live without him? I needed him. I pushed away the bad thoughts.
By Molly Caitlin Long4 years ago in Confessions
A Flawed Diamond Shines
Most people would assume the “Value” of a diamond is determined by the karats it has; but, did you ever stop to think about what it went through to make the cut? I have always considered myself as a diamond in the rough. My life was series of up and down but the toughest moments made my inner child shine through. The rough part of what the diamond goes though is some of the strongest pressure, but that pressure can considered important when determining its worth. Being able to shine is not always easy especially when you dim your own light. The pressures of life can have that effect on everyone at times. Growing up, I have always been my true self with my humor, independence, nerdiness, loyalty and understanding. However this is my story of allowing my emotional authentic self-to be seen.
By Ceirra Evans4 years ago in Confessions
“If you have to tell someone you hate them…tell me.”
My "authentic self" is a man I reconnected with on the path, cut by life, through my divorce. 10 years of simping hid him in the back rooms of my mind, but I caught a glimpse of him just as a version of me was being gutted in a river, by the sharp words of my wife. “You are nothing, nothing but a disappointment and a loser.”…and then some. I didn’t know how to let him lead the show but this deadly baptism got him to come to the front.
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Confessions
Shining Solar Energy After Discovering the Power of Forgiveness
My life becomes only one thing today: - living by the present moment without looking back - into the past - for one second. I've learned many things by experiencing all kinds of situations, and I've also made several mistakes.
By Elena Cooper4 years ago in Confessions
