Embarrassment
Football Crazy: When what you love hurts you.
I love football, I love playing it and watching it but it gets annoying when you have to go in the back of the boot of the car. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. I’m a little guy and therefore I can squeeze into little spaces. This can be useful mostly for the benefit of others and to my detriment. Whenever the ball went over the fence, everyone looked at me as if to say ‘go on, you now the drill’. I couldn’t help feeling that I was at a party with friends only the host and everyone else aspect you to serve the meal. I mean come on — its not even my ball.
By Mohamed Ali4 years ago in Confessions
Walking towards the light
"Can you feel the electricity?" Says a man with a butterfly tattoo, I say "yes." I pass him back his plasma ball. He puts the plasma ball back inside his bag, then he asks me for a donation. I tell him "I might have some money in my pocket for you." I search my right pocket and I take out a $20 dollar bill, then I pass him the money. Next, he tells me "thank you." I respond by saying "you are welcome."
By Genesis Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
7:36
7:36. Why was it.... SHIT! I jump out of bed, and I mentally strangle myself for letting this happen again. Work started six minutes ago, which means I would normally be driving up right about now. Damn it damn it damn it! Why does this always happen? I pick up my phone, which suprisingly has no angry messages yet, and I text my boss, letting him know how embarrisingly late I will be in today. Which excuse should I use this time? No you idiot, just tell the truth for once. I let him know I overslept, but I intentionally omit the part where I stayed up till 4:00 a.m. doing something no boss would accept as a valid excuse.
By Itsactuallywarren 5 years ago in Confessions
Upstairs at the Shelter
The Room upstairs At the time, I had an iPhone. The carrier had discontinued service because they wanted me to pay my bill for some reason. There was a payphone on the floor; Olivia had texted me her cellphone number; one afternoon, I called her.
By Lawson Wallace5 years ago in Confessions
Never Wearing Pleather Again
College - that time in our lives where we are at the gateway of figuring ourselves out. At least, that was where I was and the excuse I am going to use for the reason in my choice of clothing in the story I am about to share. Not to paint a stereotypical picture, but I was homeschooled most of my life, so I wore very modest clothing. I still do 20 years later. I have never told this story to anyone, except for one close friend last year that was asking for funny stories. She was having a bad day and for some reason, that night came flooding back.
By Sarah Langevin5 years ago in Confessions
I didn’t told this to anyone
"The heepies lived here." My Russian landowner stopped to ensure I comprehended. "What? Gracious, the hipsters." "Indeed, the heepies. Insane tones on everything when we purchased this. Hallucinogenic. My siblings and my dad and I needed to paint everything."
By Asmita Paudel5 years ago in Confessions
So She Said She Was a Taurus
My phone vibrated vigorously across the coffee table to notify me that I had just matched with a woman named Avalon. My dating profile was a catfish fried hard, nothing serious, but a feast of content nonetheless. I conveyed a toothy grin with a meme that included yoda, which was well-played by me, it being the digital equivalent to, "I think retro is cool, not old." Only to be followed by a photo that never showed my face but silouhetted my body, kind of like the “who’s that Pokémon” segment that airs right before the commercials. Lastly, sprinklings of witty banter garnished with my assumed taste in good music.
By Déja 5 years ago in Confessions
In and Out
There are five of us in the living room. Mother, Pop, Jordan, the dog, and myself. Mother falls right asleep leaving the rest of us to our own worlds. My brother rocks back forth watching heavy metal music covers, my father escapes reality by putting on his soundproof wireless headphones watching God knows what. The half-blind dog sits there looking at me and everyone else and then back at me expecting me to do something, or waiting for me to get it food. But I sit there on my recliner; alone, tired, and filled with exhaustion. Not the type of exhaustion where you had a full day of work and just feel like spreading your arms and legs, but the mental type. The type where you feel like you just need to die. Yeah, Die.
By Joshua Alejandro5 years ago in Confessions
I Am The Anti Vocal
Note to self: ( with all the credit due Norman McDonald ) unless or/and until someone pulls a Benjamin Franklin this is about all there is insofar as their childhood goal of gaining notoriety, etcetera through storytelling. There is probably, like every other philosophy ever invented something to say for/about the Power Of Positive Thinking. While this may not of itself have gotten somebody admittance to the University of Southern Mississippi...maybe it just about did. While I would avoid publicizing beyond a certain point the school's decades old claim of being among some top twenty or other in English Departments at least there was no poor mouthing going on.
By P. B. Friedman5 years ago in Confessions
