Humanity
Being a True Account of a Return to My Hometown during the 2021 Winter Holidays
If there are any future generations left out there that want to hear this, I think it should be put on record as one of the strangest and weirdest moments of the year for me. I decided to return to my hometown after avoiding the temptation of returning to see my family over the holidays last year. Covid-19 played its role, but I was also concerned about the trip itself. I have become spoiled using air travel, even if it happened to be sporadic and often overpriced (this year’s rates were ridiculous). But, there were two other options: bus (made worse by the decision to move the station to an even more depressing area of the city) and train (a viable option with my membership in the company’s rewards program and the fact that the building where we catch the train is quite beautiful). My decision was made for me, but I did not anticipate other issues. They say that the trip is often more exciting than the arrival itself. Is this true, based on what I experienced over a very long Tuesday? Let me fill in the details and you can decide for yourself:
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
The Journey outside the mind
Desire! It is the force that drives us forward. The desire to eat gives us the drive to work. The desire for companionship gives us the drive to go out and do things. The desire for love can drive a person to almost anything. We can have all the things we desire if only we knew for a fact that we deserve to have everything we desire. Take me for example, I lived my life believing I was insignificant to a certain degree. You’re thought from a young age to suppress your emotions. You cry without being physically injured and you are being too sensitive. This takes away from the very real pain you are feeling and the natural urge to feel your feelings gets reduced overtime. It’s conditioning and it’s learned from those who came before them and they transfer the subtle aggression to you and you to those who come after you. An endless cycle of learned behavior. They wear you down until you our a cog in society’s wheel to propel the narrative forward. These things happen to everyone whether or not they have woken up or not, but the cycle can be broken. Someone can change their entire life by unlearning the behaviors force into us over the years. Let me tell you how I did it.
By Tori Adejinle4 years ago in Confessions
Hiding Asperger's Syndrome
Everyone has something they hide from the world. It may be a good idea to build a life on top of hiding something that makes you feel incomplete from the world around you. That hasn't been the easiest task for someone like myself. Growing up I did have my deal of hardships; being bulled for my height to developing trust issues when it came down to my first real relationship. I always tried to find some sort of blame because I was indeed hiding the truth of what may cause my life to be one heck of a rollercoaster. That secret was my mild case of Asperger's Syndrome. Asperger's is a form of autism. Some qualities may include having a very high intellectual state but not being so intuned with emotions. This was a life that I was trying to hide from the world and later on from myself.
By Mikyah Henderson4 years ago in Confessions
Turning The Page.
I had dreams of setting the tone with a soft air of surrender and peace, but that doesn't feel authentic to where I am right now. My higher self wants to be in that calm space, but I'm hanging on by a tiny mouse hair, and the horses are running wild.
By Malliha Ahmad4 years ago in Confessions
Catharsis
Catharsis. The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed feelings. Many things can cause catharsis in one's life, music, art, skydiving. Catharsis is the closest humanity can get to scraping our brain clean and free of ‘ropes of nerve and bone’ that can cause us to feel suffocated. As if you’re loading a Sims game, and the refreshing character screen pops up, allowing you to synthesise any persona you wish, and drop them in a new world. A blank canvas. They become ready to do whatever you command them to, and you get a rush of adrenaline when you realise you are playing the role of God. Before I get off track here, catharsis is an important part of human living and prevents us from becoming mind-numbing zombies.
By Gaia Fahed4 years ago in Confessions
New Found Glory
A little tree that’s left behind, not enough green or branch to climb. Words of bloom to give clarity, confusion was running wild while a portion was lost insanity. Communication is key when we don’t get it, keep each other sane so neither of us bends it. Work for our freedom and take pride in our success, reminding us how to never forget. What makes us strong and who we are, the people that touch us and hold pieces of our hearts.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
The Christmas season is done.
Christmas is done and over with; what a relief. What a disappointment. This Christmas season was a whirlwind of coordination, logistics, and responding to people's needs, wants, and desires- all in the name of the spirit of Christmas. That is what the season is about, right? Giving without receiving; sharing without asking; responding without requesting. I am exhausted. I have nothing left to offer at this point. The season is officially over, and I am grateful that I survived. I am pleased that I was able to fulfill all the requests and that I was able to coordinate a massive logistic nightmare, and that from an outsider's point of view- it was a success.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins4 years ago in Confessions
Crops
He had been the host of a party, a holiday gathering of friends and business partners. Too much food was eaten and too much drinking was done. Once everybody had left he had wandered up the stairs of his home, he remembers it feeling like a year long journey. He had plopped onto his comforter and passed out fully dressed in suit and tie. The wind woke him up, white dots sparked in his half lidded vision. A fire that had burned in his stomach the night before had traveled to his head while he slept. When he attempted to get to his feet, the dots increased and the fire raged, forcing him back onto the bed. The desire to lay in bed, sweating in uncomfortable clothes and plagued with a desert cracked mouth was strong, but the pain in his head was stronger. Through the pain, he fumbled for clothes in the dark until he was in a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of pajama pants. The hallway passed in groggy shadows and the linoleum of the kitchen was cold on his feet. He ran his hands under the kitchen sink's water and splashed it onto his face. With a tilt of his body, he took a drink. The cracks of his tongue filled to full the more he swallowed. Through tired vision and cold fingers, a ball of light treaded carefully down into the snow beyond his barn, beyond his yard, and towards the edge of his fields. It was pure as the snow, he remembered thinking. It was untouched by the world. Had he chalked the sight off to be the alcohol, he never would have gone outside. He never would have put on his boots, winter coat, and a hat and bared the biting wind. The snow was already up to his ankles, but he ran. He pushed, collapsed, got back up, and ran harder. The wind took his hat, but he took the wind’s friends. The snowflakes that melted on his skin. In many ways, both of them were monsters. Wind and man. Both not feeling mercy. He was desperate to know. The grogginess was gone and all of his body felt free when he passed his barn, when he crossed the threshold of his fields without a crunch of the snow because it was fresh and weak. He couldn’t hear his own breath over the screaming of the night. As he got closer and closer, the white turned to gold and all of his pain turned to peace; he sank to his knees to get a closer look and remember how it felt to breathe.
By Roger Bundridge4 years ago in Confessions
