Humanity
Sit Down
I was brainwashed into thinking that I had no power. My inner strength was so weak that Theresa almost died. No human being on earth should ever have to go through life brainwashed because some ass whole decided it was your turn to die. I don’t mean dye in the sense that you have no more life in you. I mean to die in the sense of verbal, mental, and emotional death, and this doesn’t limit actual physical end either. Physical death is the last step, but while I am still on this earth, I will always speak the truth about my reality no matter how much resistance I get. Some people will probably be pissed off at me for saying these things, but it needs to be said for various reasons.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
Confident
Become so confident in who you are that no one’s opinion, rejection, or behavior can rock you. (8-Images. Blogspot) I never thought that I would be the one to say these things over myself because of all the sadness in the world today. I have to make sure that every day I wake up with the sole purpose of becoming more confident than I was a day ago. I do care about other’s opinions if they are in my inner circle, so when my inner circle starts to give me rejections about a decision that I am about to make that could hurt me, I pause to hear them out. Even if my inner circle starts behaving differently than I am used to with them, that doesn’t mean that it is terrible. All that tells me is that I need to refocus my intentions on what I am trying to do because my inner circle is the ones that are going to make sure that they hold me accountable for reaching the goals that I have set for myself.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
Survivors and Victims
"Everyone has their own way to define things. Some definitions come from different sources, such as the bible, or a dictionary. There are some words that people dumb-down to make it simpler for those who are considered not as smart. There are many words that the meaning has been changed over the years to suit the world today. There are a few words that have multiple meanings. But there are two that hold should hold a special place, but are often overlooked. Survivor. Victim. It seems simply impossible to define survivor without victim.
By Elizabeth Karns-Waters4 years ago in Confessions
Confession: I am an apocaloptimist
Confession: I am an apocaloptimst. I saw a post on Facebook using this brand new word and I thought oh yes, that perfectly describes me. I watch all manner of zombie & world-coming-to-an-end movies. Why? Because I love to see how script writers remake communities and societies in the face of devastating circumstances. I’ve always been fascinated by ways to redesign the world to be ever more awesome. In fact, I call myself a future innovator (betcha never heard that one before!).
By Soleira Green4 years ago in Confessions
Stephen King Is NOT A Great Writer
Stephen King, the first writer most people think of, isn't all that grand if you really think about it. Don't get me wrong, he has more than earned the honorific of "Master of Horror", lord knows his books have given me plenty of nightmares.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
The Death of Storytelling
The storyteller has become so important nowadays that the story itself is irrelevant. I always knew Ernest Hemingway was a misogynistic great white hunter and philanderer who liked whiskey and smoking, and many of his books had a misogynistic great white hunter in it, busily smoking and guzzling whiskey on his way to philander. But Hemingway managed to make his stories about something larger. I never knew which of the kids in Stephen King’s IT was Stephen King himself, but it didn’t matter. His stories were so good and so varied they seemed to have been written by a gaggle of writers instead of just one man. John Irving was in fact a prep school rich kid like John Wheelwright, but A Prayer for Owen Meany is still one of the best books ever. Toni Morrison was a black woman for sure, but she was neither Sethe nor Denver in Beloved.
By Stacey Roberts4 years ago in Confessions
Who am I?
Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Julie. I started out as a Hannemann. Minnesota was a great place to grow up as a tomboy. I climbed trees, swam, fished, canoed, ice skated, and rode sleds down our hill (the best in town) onto the frozen river. I played music with my parents, three brothers, and sister. In addition to playing the flute, I played piano and sang.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Confessions
thank you.
To whom this may concern, I wanted to reach out and thank you. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have been able to escape the gnawing feeling inside the walls of my chest, clawing to get out. I'm not exactly sure if it's trying to "get out", but it sure has the persist-ency like it wants to. I'm not entire sure how it got stuck in there in the first place, either. I'm not even sure if it's entirely stuck, per se. I guess I'm not sure of a lot of things. What I do know, is that it's like a slug; it just sits in there. It feels like a slug. It sits there unbothered, until it runs into some... salt.
By aoki4 years ago in Confessions
Dirty
Once you do me dirty, I may forgive you, but I’ll never treat you the same you will never get the old me again. So many people have come into my life and have been excellent teachers, friends, and lovers of life. However, those people keep treating you dirty and don’t even care that they are doing you dirty.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
