Stream of Consciousness
Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived
3:30 alarm Good freaking morning Why am I doing this Is this job really worth it? I hope the store mysteriously can’t open and I’ll just have to come home I admire people who get up this early every single day Wait, I AM one of those people who get up this early every day Lowkey? Proud of myself I’m so burnt out My bed is so comfy Weighted blanket: A) A blessing
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Confessions
The insecurity in my eyes
I have come across a good number of persons who do have a problem of insecurity and I thought I’ll address it in an article even though I think most of them won’t get the opportunity to read this. Regardless! For those who will get the chance, I hope this can make a change in your life for the better and help you feel less insecure.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
I Am The Laziest Vocal Creator. Content Warning.
Introduction Every piece I write that is less than six hundred words makes me feel that I am the laziest of all Vocal Creators. The music is "Lazyitis" by The Happy Mondays. Appropriate? I think so.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Emotional Intelligence (EI)
Emotional Intelligence (EI) Many of us are familiar with IQ (Intelligence Quotient), the result of a battery of tests used to gauge intellectual intelligence. Better cognitive talents, which include the capacity for learning and understanding, are indicated by higher IQ scores, and those with higher IQs are more likely to succeed in academic settings without putting in the same amount of mental work as those with lower IQ scores.
By Ibrahim Mshelia2 years ago in Confessions
Good Luck Next Time
I take the motorbike down to the beach. I decide against the paid parking spot and go further down to where the locals go, I’m a local after all. On the way I thought a Coca-Cola would suffice to defeat the pit of guilt for an angered night that burned alongside a steady, scattered hangover. There’s a little restaurant there that’s overpriced and sells those ‘I’ve been to Asia’ type tourist meals that people flock to. They’re fixing the side of the restaurant and the aqua blue tin sheeting has been pulled off and they’re using a drill to reconnect it. I remember that I, too, know how to complete such a task. I walked to the sand and seated myself on a red, leather cushioned lounge chair parked under a large umbrella, along a line of red, leather cushioned lounge chairs parked under umbrellas. It’s satisfying enough. I remember how my ex-girlfriend - the woman I asked to marry me and was engaged to for a short period - used to require sculling a can of coke as a means of curing a hangover. I remember my sister saying the same thing just a few days ago. I remember that my Mum loved Coca-Cola in a can too. Before she passed, after I’d finished a long day at work and finished all of our grocery shopping, being sure to bring home the coke that she asked for, she sent me back to the supermarket to exchange the Coca-Cola bottle for a can. She always preferred it in cans - nay, required it in cans. I sipped away before agreeing and sculling, thinking maybe it will help. “Hi sir, you want something to drink?” I knew what was coming. “No Chí cám ơn. Oh I can’t sit here? Ahhh..”
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
10,000 photos and a whole box of journals
What aspirations for 2024 matter more than peace and love? I'll admit, I use Vocal as a sounding block mostly and in difficult times barely at all. I work hard to craft my stories in a way that I can get my mental health in order as I build out the parameters of the challenges I enter. The Challenges are certainly what keeps me hanging on.
By Abbey June Schwartz2 years ago in Confessions
King of the Forgotten Land
It'll fuck you up, but it'll make you king of the forgotten land. That fucking bottle, the financial cost was at an all time low of three dollars. I don't know who told you that red wine was for the finer folk in society, but they were wrong. Sure, I mean believe it or not I've paid more than twenty dollars for the odd bottle of grape juice, the taste is phenomenal when you throw an extra buck on it, but the feelings all the same. Once, maybe twice I drank it in moderation, what an absolute bore it was. Sipping away like a happy little chap with a ticket to the chocolate factory, pretending I'm a superior human being, spitting on the bums with their disgusting clothes who perched next to garbage among the vermin. No no, not me. I knew what I was when I drank red wine. I was the vermin who lurked in the rotten alleyways and peered through blind eyes at the golden glow above, the golden glow filled with frocks and frills that caused me to shake with fury. How dare you have more than I, how dare you dress so clean so fresh and never have lived a life as I. You don't know what it's all about. You've not the slightest idea of what it means to be alive, to be human. See when I drank red wine, it wasn't to be used as a numbing agent to suppress the horror story that is life; it was to encourage that feeling, to put a heavy emphasis on the depressive nature of existing; to feel the beautiful, relentless truth of our society. Everything would come rushing in, and with tears streaming down my face I'd drift away to the songs of the other lost souls; Social Distortion, Days n Daze, Johnny Cash.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
Plans for 2024
This path I've been on for the last handful of years has not been quick or easy. Up until the Pandemic reared its ugly head, I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. To be honest, I didn't have much of a life at all: I was on the cusp of my thirties while still clinging fast to my twenties, nowhere near ready to let go, and stuck in a job that caused me so much stress and anxiety I wanted to throw up when I woke up every morning. I had lived nearly a third of my life, but I hadn't really “lived", and I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. In a way, the Covid-19 Pandemic was kind of a Godsend for me, because if it hadn't happened, I'd still most likely be in that miserable place physically and emotionally.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Confessions
My Year of Strength and Stability
I have always been one to have many goals and dreams. I have a million and one hobbies and a dream for every single one. From writing and reading to painting and drawing to pole-dancing and gymming to baking and volunteering, I have so many interests and passions that it's hard to keep track. And the dreams: I have a dream to hang a painting in an art exhibit, to publish a novel and to finally figure out how to bake scones (the last hold out) without burning them.
By Jaimie2 years ago in Confessions
The Sun and The Shift
Something is shifting inside me, inside my consciousness or in the place my self-awareness lives, or my self-esteem. Maybe the shift is wrapped in self-love or self-confidence. I’ve been exploring timeline shifts, quantum leaps, and the idea that every version of ourselves already exists, so that if we just visualize our future selves in the future house/clothes/career/whatever, we can shift our entire trajectory just by placing ourselves in the exact circumstances we want to be in in our minds. So maybe it’s that. Maybe I’m feeling different because I am mid-shift.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Confessions
