Humanity
Chasing Epiphanies
One thing in life that fills me with true satisfaction is being struck by an epiphany. For me, the feeling of having an epiphany is a most serendipitous moment of mental clarity. For others, epiphanies are bursts of joy, with dopamine or oxytocin rushes. I suppose everyone experiences them differently. When I gain new insight on a particular aspect of life or discover something that speaks to me uniquely, I come to the realization that I'm experiencing an epiphany. And at that moment, it feels that all wrongs have been righted, and a feeling of wholeness ensues. Thereafter, I become instantly devoted to the corresponding cause or passion ignited by that very moment. And sometimes I take it too far; by either throwing myself into the thought-process so profoundly that I lose touch with reality or, even worse, abandoning previous endeavors or responsibilities to compulsively complete whatever instructions laid out, associated with such epiphany. There have been many occasions where I was unable to catch myself and prevent the continuing of this bad habit. It was only recently that I now realize all of the colors and elements that go into the epiphanies I experience. And the biggest realization of all is that I've caught myself trying to chase them.
By Jordan Craft4 years ago in Confessions
The Problem with being Bengal
The trouble with being me is that I've always been super idealistic and hyper-imaginative. I was born with a sense of what is right and what is wrong, and it has landed me in some very confusing moments in my life. Having an imagination from hell didn't help matters either.
By Bengal Chyron4 years ago in Confessions
I’m a Gen-Xer, and I Still Don’t Give a Fuck
I’m a Millennial, and I’m Not Sorry . Which is very millennial to say. Which is very Gen X to say. I guess. Gen Xer’s used to get a lot of crap, particularly by older generations. We were often told we are self-absorbed, lazy, and complained too much. And the fact that we didn’t give a fuck about what the older generations said really pissed them off.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
The Kabul I Knew
Thomas Wolfe said, “You Can’t Go Home Again”. Most of us are biased toward happy memories, because unhappy ones make us sad, and who wants to be sad? But things change, including you, so any place you remember after an extended absence simply cannot be the same place when you return thereunto. Thus, you can’t go home again. And me, I can’t go to Kabul again. Yes, that Kabul. Afghanistan.
By Timothy James Turnipseed4 years ago in Confessions
Garbage
Loneliness crept into the basement Cas lived in, like a shadow blanketing over him as he stared blankly at the loading screen of a video game. Another night escaped him by playing a competitive shooter while listening to music, attempting to escape his thoughts. An alert on his cell phone caught his attention. Another like on a Facebook photo he posted a bit ago. Noticing the time he sighed.
By Ghosty Writer4 years ago in Confessions
From the ashes of her death
Decided to stop by a local tavern on the way home from work, have a beer, and shoot a couple of games of pool. Met a man who played well, battled for a couple of hours trading wins, and one mistake gave the other the chance to run the table out. This level of play did not go unnoticed by the bartender who eventually became my future wife. Noticing my loss and coming to get more beers, she said to me, “You’re playing a lot of games quickly.” I said, “It happens when you run the table a lot.” She said, “That guy doesn’t lose very much.” He was her brother.
By Ismael Fernandez4 years ago in Confessions
An unintentional love letter
Isn't it kinda crazy how nothing in our lives really ever turns out how we think it will… for example, a few months ago I was writing about how I wanted to live in New York City and now the thought of leaving makes me want to cry. It's crazy how people will do that for you. I feel like everything and nothing has changed all at once in a very short span of time. Looking back, I guess things have changed a lot in 6 months. I moved into the city, got a different roommate, met some new friends, and met the people who are quite possibly going to be the loves of my life.
By Mallory Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Cholesterol and Cartwheels. Top Story - August 2021.
Here’s the thing about time, they tell you that it flies, but they don’t tell you the other part. Sure, it flies, but oddly enough, it also stands completely still. Well, maybe not completely, but almost. It’s a strange contradiction, or more accurately, series of contradictions, that pop up sometime after 40 and really makes itself known once you hit 50. Somehow, I find myself stuck somewhere between young ingénue and cranky old lady. It’s a fine and strange line to straddle. Here are some examples:
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Confessions
Get out of the Attic and into the Basement
Conversations should leave the listeners with a nice relaxed feeling and a confidence they have gotten something good out their time with us. A few days ago, I had a conversation with a man that left me with a vague idea what we talked about. His voice was tight and on the high end of the tones. I had a hard time focusing on what he said and I remember feeling tired after we parted ways. He was definitely in the attic during out conversation. What I mean by that is, his tone of voice was particularly high. In phone sales and appointment setting, we have all experienced this and knew when it happens even if you don't think you have.
By Laura Miller 4 years ago in Confessions
Ghost or Ghoul?
I know you heard of the term zombie and ghost used to describe people as non-existent, I am neither one. I am a ghoul! I know that sounds different, but ghouls usually are coherent and are aware of everything around them. The thing that usually makes them stick out is there skin, usually they don't age or show change. I am one of those people especially not aging, I am twenty-seven looking like I just turned twenty-one.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
