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The Last Birthday Party I Will Ever Have
I have spent weeks struggling to internally dissect these events. Events I have been burying for nearly 10 years. So how do I unearth a day so excruciating and humiliating. I could not even find a photo of myself from that night. A testament to how deep I embedded that memory. We must venture back into my adolescent mindset to tap into that night. Prepare yourself because it is an unsavory place to visit.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Confessions
An Explosive Round of Golf
AN EXPLOSIVE ROUND OF GOLF, how to play golf with diarrhea By Thomas Pranio It was 1999, and I was playing in what would be my last amateur tournament before I turned pro. It was in the springtime. The Masters had just commenced; the fairways were green, the white and pink dogwoods and the pink, purple, and lavender azaleas were in bloom.
By Tom Pranio5 years ago in Confessions
Two True Stories Of Love On The Rocks
True story number 1 I once met a girl in Spain who told her story and it really was quite unbelievable. Maria, not her real name, was betrothed to some guy from Germany. The marriage date was set, the wedding dress was bought, the invitations sent out, the church, hotel and reception were booked and paid for. A few days before the big day Maria got a telephone call from the boy's mother saying he had been involved in a serious car crash in Germany and had sadly passed away.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
I LOST ON JEOPARDY!
I am not the only person that has reconsidered their bucket list in light of of a worldwide pandemic that has reordered the way we live and work. When the opportunity arises to check major boxes on that list, one should take it no matter how much fear of embarrassment or humiliation creeps into the brain. That is the reason that I was on Jeopardy! Or, more bluntly, that is the reason I Lost On Jeopardy!. I religiously watched the show with my dad as a kid and had watched every season since. Anyone who knows me knows that Alex Trebek was in my pantheon of Saints and Jeopardy is sacrosanct in my house. Being on the show was one of those childhood dreams that didn’t go away. But the kind that you keep wondering if it will actually ever happen. You see, it almost didn't happen because of my own fear.
By Herman Wilkins III5 years ago in Confessions
The Midnight Quesadilla
My apartment was a mess. Honestly, I could blame it on my depression if I really wanted to and, really, it is partly true. I get sucked into depressive episodes by getting overwhelmed from getting behind on chores because of my high anxiety induced ADHD. I did talk to a psychologist about it once and he told me to go outside and exercise. But when you get right down to it, I just couldn’t find the motivation to clean my apartment. I wanted to, but I didn’t know where to start.
By Loe B.5 years ago in Confessions
Just Plain Disaster
Dear readers, please be warned that this story may cause you secondhand embarrassment. You may find yourself awake at three in the morning, reflecting on why the forces of the universe allowed you to be such a disaster of a human being. Or maybe that’s just me. But please do consider this as my preface to the most cringe-worthy moment of my life. The moment was made worse by the fact that it occurred in front of famous people.
By Maegan White5 years ago in Confessions
Holy Shit!
I went to church all the time when I was growing up. My mother was a pastor, so my sisters and I didn’t have a choice, and when there were church retreats or missions trips, we were forced to attend. During the summer of my sophomore year, our church decided to spread the Gospel and help children in poverty in Washington D.C. Not much of a missions trip, since we lived in Northern Virginia and we were about 40 minutes away, but this time we didn’t have the funds to travel abroad.
By SocrateZ5 years ago in Confessions
When Staying the Course is Ill-Advised
About once a year, when the brisk air first sinks to eye level, and the Canadian geese flee the impending cold, I get the urgent desire to run. Donning my running gear, which I keep for this one occasion, I usually jog half a mile before I begin to feel the burden of my body in my knees, so I then run in two minute intervals, walking five minutes in between them. This way, I can satisfy my annual running quota without needing to spend several weeks in recovery.
By Lucy D5 years ago in Confessions
