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Tonight... We're gettin F**ked UP!
So, it's day 487 of the COVID-19 pandemic aka May 5th, 2020. You and a group of friends are spending time celebrating the holiday together. Several shots later and someone pulls out a joint. Fuck it! You don't have work tomorrow or you work from home- you're drunk so it's unclear. Everyone is slowly creeping up from library voices to stadium cheers at the Super Bowl and you are upsetting the neighbors. You continue to pass the joint around and have a good time. The neighbors have asked you to lower your volume but you shrug it off. You start feeling off, but you think, that's just the buzz from the alcohol. When you take the next hit, the nausea sets in and everything gets hazy. Everyone has a twin and the room is now reminding you of why you hate the teacup rides. You continue to walk and dance and you begin to stumble into a fall on the cou...
By Tanisha Robinson5 years ago in Psyche
Turquoise Cups
The bigger your TV upgrade, the further you sit from the it…. why does it take a few thousand dollars to realize that your just moving your seat backwards to adjust to the size? Its funny, when people live in a tiny area, they really see what’s going on right in front of them, they see how much garbage they make, they realize how much plastic they use, how much mud is tracked in, everything a parent would dream their kid would notice if they had one of their wishes granted. It’s easier to see your habits, and get used to maximizing your organizational skills to the greatest potential.
By Noel Chrisjohn Benson5 years ago in Psyche
Winners Mentality
Twenty Thousand Dollar Grand Prize! Jackson held the ticket in his hands staring down at it. After a moment or two he pulls out his black book. He flips it open and begins to jot down numbers frantically. After a few seconds of flipping from page to page, doing a few calculations and scribbling more, he closes the book and holds the ticket out before him.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Psyche
A Broken Soul's Battle Cry
The wrecking of my heart will never be undone. The brokenness of soul is a case in which very few of us survive. What does one do when they lose all hope? How are we to carry on as we look around and everything we see is just another shattered memory? Traumatized by loss, sorrow, suffering, abandonment, and loneliness. If the bonds one has created in life or were given along the way are ripped and torn apart, what is the point of attaching oneself to others? Of seeking love and friendships? Of looking forward to the dawn of another day?
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Psyche
The Experiment
Lucas pushed open the heavy oak door and found himself in an ornate foyer, glowing with sunlight from the vaulted windows opposite him. Despite the room’s magnificence, it held an unsettling stillness that set Lucas on edge. For the hundredth time, he studied the partially crumpled pamphlet in his right hand to make sure he had the correct address. 824 Walden, this should be it, he thought, though he was still doubtful. The trials he signed up for were usually in university or office buildings, not mansions in the middle of nowhere.
By Tom Hummer5 years ago in Psyche
14 Quick And Easy Ways To Crush Imposter Syndrome
My wife couldn't believe that I had just taken two tequila shots right before I was called onstage. Look, what else was I going to do? I was part of an elite group of startup founders, and I was about to receive one of our city's prestigious "40 Under 40" awards for the year's top and most influential entrepreneurs.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Psyche
Speaking of Hypnosis…
She was already halfway under by the time I mentioned that just talking about hypnosis causes hypnosis. Her eyes were focused directly on mine as her eyelids shut, then opened in one fluid swipe. Her breathing became deep and calm to the rhythm of the ocean waves in her mind. I spoke while keeping pace with her inhales and exhales. It was like creating music for the unconscious mind.
By R.L. Maskill5 years ago in Psyche
The Night
“Lost!...Lost!...Lost!...Where the hell did I lose it!” On the nightstand where he would usually leave it. Not there. He couldn’t stop swearing as he turned the house upside down looking for his precious possession, the little notebook with all his notes, his sketches, his superstitious belief that all his creativity was collected in that black object, in its pages filled with markings and words, unrepeatable, irretrievable.
By Micol Martinelli5 years ago in Psyche
Try Not to Lose Yourself
It was this journey of evangelism which lead me to a rather different gospel. I knelt faithfully at the altar of doubt, praying to the Gods of my time, for success, for power, for wealth. Over and over again, the bell rang. I opened my eyes, to find all the Gods departed. Each time I pulled out my diary, continued the tally, returned the book to its pocket, and knelt again.
By Will Dudley5 years ago in Psyche
