Humanity
What Would My 13-Year-Old Self Say to Me Now?
We all been asked that one question: If you were to give your younger self a piece of advice, what would you say? Someone asked me this recently. I stared a complete blank and came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t say anything at all. Because my 13-year-old self was destined for great things and it’s my 30-something-year old self who didn’t believe in those great things anymore.
By Akina Marie 4 years ago in Confessions
Re-inventing Me
I grew up in a rough way, alcoholic mother, lots of ugly things happened to me in my youth, but a lot of great memories came with that, like living in an apartment complex that were all like family. I knew everyone! The manager would leave the pool open in the summer til midnight and we would have amazing pool parties with music, food, alcohol and lots of drugs going around. I wasn't doing any of the drugs, but I did drink some when I was 14, never enough to get drunk but just enough to fit in... oh and I did smoke some pot once, but I didn't like how it made me feel so I didn't smoke it again. I wasn't a very cute tween, due to glasses, zits and because I had to wear the same clothes to school every day, I got picked on a lot at school for being "an ugly freak". That was the emotionally beaten and bruised girl in middle and high school I became...a complete emotional ugly duckling, (which I don't know why they say that, because I can honestly say I have NEVER seen an ugly duckling...they are super cute!)
By C. M. Sears4 years ago in Confessions
Attainable Resolutions
The year 2021 is almost over, which means we are a year older, a year wiser. Are we ready to step into 2022? There are so many of us that are scared to see what the next year will hold, and I, for one, am tired of feeling anxious. I just want to let it happen. Let whatever comes come. My outlook on this upcoming year is that old song "what will be will be". Que Sera, Sera. I know that next year will not be what this year was for me. I refuse to let it. Let the New Year's Resolutions roll!
By Rachel Nelson4 years ago in Confessions
A Toss of the Dice
No one has ever called me Charlie or Chuck or Chas. I have always been known as Charles, that’s all. It’s not that I care either way, it’s just that none of my exceedingly few friends or acquaintances can bring themselves to call me by any other name.
By Louis Mello4 years ago in Confessions
The Start Of His Bucket List
He watched a movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman back in 2007, called The Bucket List. He enjoyed it but wasn't really into the idea of going off and completing a list of things that he wanted to do before he died. Maybe it was his age and he was not feeling it. Because he did enjoy the movie as Jack Nicholson has been one of his all time favorites in movies and always seems to come through, no matter the movie. He decided it was a good movie and one apparently he hadn't forgotten!
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
New Year's Sleep Resolution
It's our duty and our New Year's resolution to sleep: With the advent of the light bulb, the internet and work we have developed an insomniac like atmosphere to the extent that we want to go harder, faster, and work. We've got bills to pay, money to gain, and a mortgage to pay off. Without the light bulb we would read by candle light and go to bed by the setting of the sun. Now we stay up to our hearts content and work. We work two jobs to pay the bills, we drink more coffee and endless energy drinks. We sit eagerly waiting for Santa as he climbs down the chimney and eats countless cookies and drinks his milk. We like the city that never sleeps never sleep. We've got one more chapter in the book, one more hour to study, and one more espresso to down. With that salary job we signed our sleep schedule over to the corporation. Now we stay up on hours on end usually driving ourselves mad in the process. Mad to the point of exhaustion. Miles to go before we sleep...yes miles to go before we sleep. Running ourselves ragged and off the road to an accident. If only we had time to meditate. If only we had time to sleep. Sleep what the hell is that. Is that something you want. Deadlines to meet, commuting to the heartland of work, more work, and data processing. Typing delusional typing, watching screen after screen of stock market figures, greeting endless people at Walmart, cashing checks and spending money, swinging that hammer, toeing the company line, chasing that woman, milking that cow, punching the clock, putting in overtime, baking a cake, taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, playing texas no limit hold'em online till your proverbial eyes bleed, and don't forget Hump day, or humping at home with your significant other, Facebook, gifs, and emojis..tweeting your ass off, blogging, instagram, snap chat, tik tok, sugar land, and halo, Netflix, HBO Max and talking on the phone, seven swans a swimming, filling the gas tank, walking the dog, taking a dump, and don't forget reruns of Mash, Nightrider, Baywatch, and Friends; coaching your daughter's team, swinging those clubs, and doing your taxes, waiting for your dad to pick you up from baseball practice, eating hot dogs at the Stadium, following your favorite NFL team, and joining your Fantasy football league, filling out your Final Four basketball parlay, taking that survey, eating dim sum, and drinking fine wine, scratching off that scratcher, playing the lotto, checking your credit score, eating ramen saving for some perelli tires, buffing your car, and making that sale, hiking, biking, and running that mile, driving through the drive through pissed they messed up your order, playing at the House of Blues, smoking those cigarettes, smoking the cheba, eating Taco bell, listening to our favorite song, writing a screenplay that's already been written, inventing that something no one would buy, and getting that speeding ticket while trying to talk the cop out of it by showing him your nice assets. These are just some of the things we do on a daily basis; wouldn't it be a dream and a new New Year's resolution to finally get some sleep. Mr. Sandman give me a dream. What if we just ignored half of the stuff I was just talking about and get some shut eye. Let's recharge those batteries. How about we give a no to all of that crap we do and say no more. We need sleep, and this is my New Year's resolution. What if we got that new my pillow, with that ultra soft mattress, boil some Chamomile tea, down some fucking NyQuil with the big freakin N and get some zzzs. How about for the time being we forget about work, making that dolla dolla bill ya'll, and take a nap. Let's hit the snooze and sleep the fuck in; forget about work and take a day off. A day off of that whining boss, the late night paper, and the Drudge report and lay down in our hammock and shut our eyes counting down from 5 to 1 until we fall deeper and deeper into the deepest sleep possible. Let's get that REM sleep that random eye movement sleep and chill. Let's nod off and sleep in a comatose like state for a while. How about we don't check Facebook or our phone and not go to church on Sunday all the while sleeping in our own bed with our favorite blanket with complete silence enjoying a rest; the rest God would let us have after reaping what we sow, the kind of rest, that solace midday nap that takes our imagination to a new level of calm before the storm, and all we can do is have restful sleep. It's about time we didn't go on that hike, and it's time we didn't schedule that tour and we just dozed off in our hotel room not going downstairs to eat but calling in room service and waiting till we finally got up, ignoring the food and sleeping some more. Taking ambien like eating pez from a pez dispenser, finally enjoying a deep sleep. Not watching your reruns and not tweeting the next great tweet, foregoing all calls and cancelling all appointments. Sleeping for goodness sake. This is my New Year's resolution; sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, till I'm cumbersome. Turning up the heat, drinking warm milk, eating the turkey with the tryptophan and falling asleep to the late night infomercial dreaming about Carlton Sheets and buying Girls Gone Wild all while sleeping on the couch; the pull out couch with the foot extender tilting your head and sleeping with your clothes on. Getting those zzzs. It's time for a Che Guevera sleeping revolution and making it our New Year's resolution. Eating Ben and Jerry's till we're sick and falling asleep on the toilet, sleeping in our pajamas in first class, and letting our better half take the wheel while we sleep because it's our New Year's resolution. Counting sheep and getting some sleep, napping when we can, taking a snooze in the MRI machine, taking a nap through that meeting, and laying our head on our desk putting that book in front of our face, sleeping in the movie theatre, and taking our coffee and pouring it down the sink. Being the next Brett Favre and taking hydrocodone with our beer, 17 even if we have to. Feeling that deep puffy cloud sleep. Come down...Come down...and just sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleepy, sleep, and you're getting sleepy, sleepy; you're getting sleepy. Time to sleep this time. Making it our Manifest Destiny to sleep, cogito ergo sleep, vide vide sleepy. Now when we say the word no to everything instead of Jim Carrey as the Yes man we can go to fucking sleep and be a no person. Making the mantra of no to other worldly things and finding some sleep. As though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil and get some sleep. Time for quiet time and time to not find that fucking dog Ms. Leepy, and time for milk and a time to nap. My new New Year's resolution is to get some sleep. It's finally time after those hard long days and nights to rest. Time to relax and sleep for a change. Our light bulb vigil has turned into a candle light vigil and now we blow out the candles on the cake and get some sleep. We can either adapt to sleep or we can sleep some more. The time is now for some sleep. Let's motivate ourselves to sleep; watching the spin cycle take us on a nap to the heavens. Our sleep is a very very nice sleep. It is our final decision and our New Year's resolution so let's ingrain it in our minds that it's time to forego everything and just go to sleep for the last and final time. The end.
By Lee Roby4 years ago in Confessions
We Live in a Class-less Society
We are living in a “Class”-less society You may think this is about upper “Class” and lower “Class”, money, or possessions and you may say "Of course we have classes in our society". But this is about “Class” with a capital C.
By Jennifer Bailey Chamberlain4 years ago in Confessions
Quit Thinking About Stuff
No doubt about it that taken as a whole American’s simply think way too much. From our top level executive leadership right down to the average man on the street, people are spending way too much time deep in thought. Instead of acting decisively with little regard for the consequences like a real American would, they are wasting their time contemplating, considering, and analyzing situations to try and determine an optimal course of action that would have the most benefit overall while at the same time minimizing the negative consequences. Sounds like socialism to me, maybe even communism. Certainly a slippery slope to one of those two. I, myself, have made the case that we should quit trying to remember stuff, but I didn’t have the guts to go as far as I should have, and to suggest a reduction or perhaps even elimination of all thought. We need more bold thinking like this on the pages of this very website. Oops, I said thinking when I should have said acting. Obviously very little thought was put into this piece which is exactly as it should be. Poorly thought through but executed boldly and decisively. Now if we could just get this sort of leadership in the oval office we might be on to something. Instead we have a bunch of smarty pants thinking about everything all the time instead of what they should be doing, which is doing stuff. Doing stuff without thinking, like I do. Constantly. Sort of like how I am writing this without thinking about it, not even at all. I just sit at the keyboard and do it. No thinking, just typing, typing, click, clack, click….what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, doing stuff is hard. The worst thing you can do with things that are hard is think about them too much. The worst. Just start doing them. So go do some stuff right now and you will find yourself as popular as that guy or gal who did that thing you like, and most importantly you will feel whole inside at last. You can finally tell your parents who never really loved you like they loved your brother/sister to go to hell then drive off to Malibu in the sunset with your one true love and live in the desert. I guess. See how easy that was. Stuff done, brain non engaged, mission accomplished. lol!
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
Pressure makes...
Over the years, I have had to face pressure dead in the eye. That's when "I" realized the overall effects the pressure added to my life. My eyes have felt the sun stare back, and have been blinded by the light. Although, in the darkness the moon luminates in the sky.
By Dreaming Creative, Inc4 years ago in Confessions
