Humanity
The Kaleidoscope that was You
The last time I saw him he was in bright yellow socks, gray vans, and a tie-dyed shirt. Now that I think about it, it was the perfect outfit to describe the resplendence that was us. The white representing the pureness of what I felt for him. The pink and red were the cruel things we did to one another. The green showed the small little lines of hope that faded in and out just like we did. And finally, there was a blue undertone that showed the damning fate that we both knew had to happen. The blue was my favorite, maybe because it made his “stop me in my tracks” eyes pop or maybe because it was the only honest color of what we were. Orange was his favorite color, bright neon orange. He probably doesn’t even think twice when he sees mine, something he had memorized at one point.
By Kenlea Barnes4 years ago in Confessions
The 5 words I use to enforce my own boundaries.
How changing my inner voice vocabulary has changed my reactions to real-life situations. I do this thing now that helps me out tremendously when I am caught in a moment of possibly crossing my own boundaries to please someone else or walk right into a triggered situation.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Confessions
Is the Mid-Life Crisis (MLC) a myth or a reality? This, too, must pass...
I turned 42 in August and didn't give it much attention, but as the year went on, I felt like a dissatisfied 12-year-old. What used to work for me in terms of possibilities flying my way has ceased to exist. What the hell is going on, I wondered. So, as is my will, I did some research and discovered that I was having a mid-life crisis (MLC).
By Richard Appiah4 years ago in Confessions
Christmas by an Onlooker
I love Christmas in the UK. I don’t celebrate, but I still love that time of year. There’s just something nice in the atmosphere. Plus, I love the lights. They’re my favourite. In fact, I would put up the Christmas lights at the beginning of November and wouldn’t take them down until the end of February. Come on, we can power those with solar energy now – save it during summer, spend it during winter, right? People need light. So when days are short, why not turn on the lights?
By Meliha Avdic4 years ago in Confessions
Christmas Isn’t Christmas Anymore
Growing up, my Christmases were the perfect Hallmark postcard of what this holiday should look like. I lived in Finland, so cold weather and snow were common. It's all dark nights with Christmas lights and candles, and sitting indoors with thick woolen socks and warm drinks in our hands to ward off the subzero temperatures outside.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Confessions
My Narcissistic Stalker Inspired Me To Become A Better Person
I have a stalker. My stalker is very special — she is a narcissist. A very cruel, insecure, miserable, jealous, self-absorbed little woman. She smiles a lot, her face twitches every time she produces a smile...
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
How A “Fat” Narcissist Tried To Make Me Miserable Just Because I Am Happier Than She Is
I’ve always thought that all overweight people are as nice as Sherman Klump from Nutty Professor. Well, I was wrong. There are some real nasty “fat ” people out there.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Struggles of an Indian Girl
I can’t even count the times I’ve typed that out- or something along those lines. I just wanted to know that someone else was facing the same struggles as I was- Indian girl raised by strict Indian parents living in the UK, very confused. Sound familiar to anyone? Thought so. It seems to be a universally accepted truth about Indians, and especially Indian girls. We are told from a young age that our family members pray that our husbands have a long and happy life, that we will grow up and be married off and that is when our life begins, that we don’t know love or what life means until we have children.
By Nive 4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to the Passenger Who Tried to Kill Me
Dear Fellow-passenger-who-has-apparently-gone-mad, Say no more. I see the frustration with life in your eyes. You’ve had enough of life biting you in the ass. Of people overlooking you. Throwing you crumbs. Jeering in your face.
By Oly Awamba4 years ago in Confessions
