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Define: Insecure Attachment
I am insecurely attached. I don't believe people will be there for me forever, or when I needed it most. My friendships are flowers that will bloom and die in time. My sister, my mother, the people who I know are there for me, who I know will always be there for me, I believe that they won't. I'm just waiting for them to do something wrong so I can say HA! I knew you weren't really there for me! I guess I'm afraid of creating relationships, thinking they will break. Like with my friends who miff me, or others too. Like how my friendships never seem to last that long, or they are based on factors, such as status, looks, money, prestige. Like we are friends with an image, an image that is not real and not a person. Like everyone is replaceable as a friend because all we are looking for is a certain set of characteristics. When I briefly went into counseling my junior year, the counselor seemed shocked at how much I analyzed people. Almost like I saw people as a value, a number and not a sense. Like I talk about people as values, as numbers of what they are worth in society's eyes (a conglomeration of what they look like, how rich they are, how smart they are) everything that will be a predictor of future or current success.
By Jeni Lee8 years ago in Humans
What Is Love?
The girl that didn’t believe in love formerly turned to me and asked, “How do you know if you love someone?” I didn’t say at the time but in my head, I couldn't help but think of the past. One question burned into my mind: "Do I truly know the meaning of the word?"
By Alex Lee8 years ago in Humans
Love, Empaths, and Breaking Obsessive Tendencies
I was reading a post by fellow Vocal writer Naomi Robinson who wrote a brilliant advice piece titled "The Empathic Mind." She is also a fellow Empath, like myself, and I find it fascinating that discovering the layers of who I am in relationship to others really has the ability to make me feel less of an outsider in this life, and more of belonging to a collective community of distant peers, wrestling to find themselves and be content in these identities. I discovered that I was an Empath a few weeks ago after a counseling appointment. It just dawned on me, and every instance from when I was a child until now, struck me, and the moment of realization just clicked. For me, this has to do with my relationship with other women. I tend to be the "side-kick," the one that will stick with the one that claims me as their friend until it's over. Even when I was a child, I remember the pull of wanting to prove my devotion, in patterns, consistent, unwavering, until I was told to stop, and then the earth-shattering feeling of rejection struck. It's sort of like this dumbfounding feeling where you are confused about what you did wrong. When I create something from my heart, an "invention," as I used to call it, this was the equivalent of showing love to me. I would create stories, flip books, paper jewelry, and create my own (during class...), then I would give them to friends and classmates, and to objects of my affection, usually other girls. Looking back, I realize that I was probably more of a nuisance, interjecting until acceptance from the other, and finding joy in making her feel good, and making her get closer and closer to me. This is not a relationship, this is emotional force.
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa8 years ago in Humans
What If We Aren't All That Different
I read an article recently where Ryan Reynolds spoke about how he still suffers from "crippling anxiety" and deals with dark depression moments. I thought to myself, Whoa this guy deals with anxiety?!?!He looks like he's been molded by the hands of God. He seems to have a great personality, a quick wit, seems as if he enjoys life, and he is is married to Blake Lively! He's got more money than he could ever need, and he still deals with anxiety? This really got me to thinking.
By Vincent Graziano8 years ago in Humans
Until Tomorrow
"You can do this!" I repeated to myself with doubt. I stood there trying to convince myself that she was human, just like me and everyone else that lived in this unfair world.
By Jo Alvarado8 years ago in Humans
My First Lesbian Relationship Pt. 4
At this point in our relationship, we weren't even together for six months yet and life events were taking its toll on both me and my fiancé. She was dealing with all of the stress from her family drama and I was stressing because I was hearing all of what was going on and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to help. From Thanksgiving, up until now everything was going wrong for us. Not with our relationship but with all of the outside factors. Things just could not go right for us... and it hasn't changed since.
By Jordan Payne8 years ago in Humans
Dear You
We’re coming up on our three year anniversary and I don’t know how else to get my point across. You won’t text me back, you pretend like I don’t exist, but I don’t blame you. How do I tell you that I miss cuddling with you? That I miss adventuring with you and cooking with you and that I miss watching our damn shows together? How do I tell you that I miss jumping up and down like a child on your bed when a good song comes on? That I miss the cute, little smirk that appears on your handsome face when I do something stupid? How do I tell you that I freaking miss your adorable, nerdy excitement about Star Wars? That I miss your family. How do I tell you that I miss you so goddamn much? I miss usso goddamn much. How do I tell you that there’s nothing that doesn’t remind me of you? How do I tell you that every song I hear, every movie I watch, every single thing I do has some connection to you and it kills me inside? There hasn’t been one day in the past five months that I haven’t thought of you. Every time something happens to me, good or bad, all I want to do is run and tell you.
By J D8 years ago in Humans
Pranks Gone Wrong
Changing the names just in case. One normal summer day, my friend Monica and I were bored. We went into the kitchen where my grandmother was. We asked her what she was doing and she told us she was looking for some hot sauce. She then remembered that it was in the back of the food closet. The hot sauce was called the” Devil Sauce.” This was probably some of the hottest hot sauce that was ever made. I asked my grandmother about the hot sauce. She said that the hot sauce was so hot that no one ever really ate it. She had to put it in the back of the closet. It had been back there for a couple of years. Monica asked her if we could try the hot sauce. My grandma warned her that the hot sauce was very hot and she would need lots of milk once she tasted it. Monica still wanted to try the hot, hot sauce.
By Brianna Gaines8 years ago in Humans
How the Sexes Communicate With Body Language Differently
Body language is no longer just a catchy tune by singer/songwriter Kid Ink. In fact, the Merriam-Webster dictionary defines body language as, “the gestures, movements, and mannerisms by which a person or animal communicates with others.” Scientists are now making observations that allow humans to decipher these built in messages that began forming long ago. Despite the obvious similarities that you might share between you and your partner, such as taste in music or decor, there are various key differences in the way that the sexes communicate nonverbally, or, through body language.
By Ashley Smith8 years ago in Humans
Why Marriages Fail
What is wrong? Anne Roiphe wrote a blog post, “Why Marriages Fail,” found on blog.sina.com and published by SINA Cooperation stating her argument on why marriages fail. This post contains information on why this century lacks everlasting happy ever afters. Roiphe states that poor communication, entrapment, and lack of self-control in a marriage will cause the marriage to fail.
By Ariana Seanor8 years ago in Humans
Bittersweet
You used to wake up every morning with a smile on your face, and I'd know the minute I opened my eyes that it was because of me. You used to wake up with me before the sun and gaze intently at my reflection in the mirror while I brushed my teeth, as if I was the water that your body needed after days of clawing your way through the Sahara. You used to see me. You used to kiss my fingertips while simultaneously counting your blessings. You used to kiss my breath away, then turn pale in the face, replacing it with your own. You used to sing the gospel to me. With me. You used to hug me so hard that the broken pieces in me were one again. You used to stroke my hair gently, reaffirming me of my own worth while my head rested heavily in your lap and my tears puddled at your feet. You used to hum "I love you," and other sweet nothing's into my ear until I was lullabied to sleep. You used to be my rest. You used to dance around with me in the kitchen to Stevie Wonder, and I watched as your smile doubled in size when I sang off key. You used to smile at me. You used to bear your soul to me. So much so that I felt the need to cover your nakedness up with the velvet of my voice, reassuring you that no amount of past woes or filth you felt clung to you would ever make me love you any less.
By Diamond Moore8 years ago in Humans
Fully Feeling
The evening summer light slowly grew brighter on our living room walls. It was the most beautiful time of day. All the outside bird calls and cricket chirps seemed to slow down and follow the sunlight back to wherever they call home. I always wanted to be there during these moments.
By Johanna Rose8 years ago in Humans