Humanity
The Timeless Joy of Hobbying
Obviously I have a passion for my writing. It has been my oldest and most utilized passion or hobby. Many people say that you ought not do what you love for a career, as the pressure to please others for the paycheck will make one dislike what they originally loved and enjoyed doing. This is the case many times, but for me it doesn't usually happen with writing. A few times I have had paid writing jobs, and I'll admit it wasn't as fun for me as when I write without restrictions or expectations; However, I find joy and comfort and peace in writing, especially if I can do so with a typewriter or traditional computer keyboard. I love it. I love reading too, but I find it so much easier for me to write rather than read. Whether I'm writing a poem or a short story or an editorial or even just coming up with some jokes, I find the whole process a miraculous gift that I have the blessing of enjoying while providing.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 years ago in Confessions
Nowhere Man
My name is Harry Hogg. I’m an alcoholic. I was born an orphan. I am a novelist’s dream child. Raised by good people, I was uninterested in learning at school. At seventeen, I left the island on which I became a teenager. I spent days, weeks, and months alone, preferring to remain distant. At the time of writing, I am 73.
By harry hogg4 years ago in Confessions
Story my sad pt 2
When I was about five years old my parents were slightly unstable and sent me to live with my grandparents. I guess this was due to the fact that I was to start kindergarten soon and stability would make everything a lot easier for everybody. My grandpa was a retired Marine and both grandparents were grounded in good morals and a very traditional American type of lifestyle. I like to believe that my understanding of the way a man is supposed to be Comes from me watching and observing his every action and reaction. More fascinating was the way in which he solved problems and how both my grandmother and him would interact and communicate with one another. they compromised while coming to terms on difficult situations by taking into consideration each other’s concerns, emotions, and treated each other with respect. They would deomonstrate respect to the others perspectives, beliefs, and Vulnerability at that current moment.
By Jennifer church5 years ago in Confessions
Fifty jobs and counting
job 21 was when I moved to California. I was sick of my ex and moved in with my parents for a little bit. It was in the middle of summer and I started working at Sprouts as a cashier. I did everything there from stocking shelves, helping in the meat department, cleaning bathrooms, and even working in the bakery as well.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Confessions
A Vocal Media Creator's Confessions
Writing on a platform with exceptional writers is in many ways intimidating and frustrating, the professional writers, bloggers, and book authors are wordsmiths with immeasurable skills compared to my humble neophyte skills. Of course, that's my internal feelings speaking out.
By Babs Iverson5 years ago in Confessions
Rebuilding Myself From the Ground Up
We've all done stupid things in life, right? Those decisions we make in our youth that we think are so great, only to learn your parents were right all along? Well, I probably made more than most, but that's where my story begins, decades ago, and one "brilliant" decision.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Confessions
The Baby and the Bathwater
Racism is what gave Europeans charge over the rest of the world, starting with the conquests of 1492 and right on through most of the 20th century. Who in all parts of the world was not affected negatively by this disease of superiority? Race took hold as a prominent perception in our consciousness?
By Gerard Fournier5 years ago in Confessions
I'm Barely in My Twenties
I still live in 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, and sometimes I revisit the worst years of my life... or the years I thought were going to be the worst. Needless to say, some of worst years have been my best. Which may sound ironic to a vast majority of people out there, which is understandable. After all, I don't believe that most people can say they were unloved as a child. At least, I hope that the vast majority of people can't say that. That's what I'd like to believe. Sometimes, beliefs are incorrect.
By Jordyn5 years ago in Confessions
The Astrology Community is Toxic.
The title of this might be the most hipster thing I've ever written, but in this case I'm rolling with it. This is not about to be one of those rants where I talk about how back in the day it wasn't like this and everyone jumping on the bandwagon has destroyed this thing I like. Whine. Whine. Whine.
By Ariel Joseph5 years ago in Confessions
I Dare to Dream
With the pandemic still running its course, I’ve been re-binge watching Outlander, on Netflix and just reaching season 3, the feelings of wonder and romance that the first two seasons gave me have resurfaced. So much to the point, I had to re-watch the movie called Under the Tuscan Sun, for the millionth time. I’m not exactly sure how to label these feelings that these two pieces of media instill in me.
By Valarie Graham5 years ago in Confessions
