Embarrassment
Q's That'll Never Get A's. Top Story - July 2022.
People come and go. I get that. Really, I do. The people that come into your life don't necessarily have to give you the reasons as to why they'd want to leave... but I can't help but wonder. I'm sure most people can't help to wonder why a person would want to leave them.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Confessions
I Felt Something Cold and Squishy Stuck to My Butt Cheek in Bed. Top Story - July 2022.
I spend a lot of time in bed during the course of a normal day. For starters, I’m in it for 7–8 hours each evening while sleeping. Then, I sit on it for much of the day doing my writing with my laptop and my comfy little lap table. My daughter just got me that for Father’s Day and it’s a game changer. It has a little beanbag padding on the underside of it. Stellar Father’s Day gift for a writer.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Confessions
For the first time in my life, I had a plane malfunction in flight
2021/11/19 (Saturday) from kaohsiung on jal 812 (wave 767-300) to narita airport, Tokyo. In Japan, the weather was not good due to the typhoon and heavy rain near Tokyo. When the plane landed, we could see the cloud was thick, and it was close to the ground after breaking out of the cloud. At this time, the heavy wind and rain jolted the plane severely. Sitting by the window, I could see the obvious water mist floating on the plane engine caused by the strong wind. Almost as I neared the runway, I felt a jolt, the nose of the plane popped, and the engines roared. It was so different from the usual landing that I immediately knew something was wrong. At this time to see the plane obviously pull up and accelerate, and then came the flight attendant's first broadcast: "the plane encountered strong airflow is pulling up, ready to re-enter the landing..." It was 13:50. At the beginning of the heart a little panic, but heard that it was the impact of the airflow put down the heart, thought is also a small episode.
By Habovery4 years ago in Confessions
What's the craziest thing you did in high school?
When I was in high school, I was very fond of our English teacher. She just graduated from university and came to our school as an intern. Because of her beautiful fashion, good figure and good personality, many boys in my class like her very much, including me, of course. When I first entered high school, MY English was not good, but in order to see her every day, I began to pretend to recite English words in the park she passed by after work. At the beginning, we just said hello to each other. Later, we gradually saw more and became familiar with each other, so we talked about more things. Later I came to know that she had never been in love when she was in college, because she was conservative when she was in college. She always thought that love in school would not last long, so she did not pay much attention to this aspect. But later she said that it was a pity that she did not have a good memory at her best age. At that time, I was thinking, since teachers think it is a pity not to have a good memory at the best age, then I am not the best age now? I can't let anything happen now that I'll regret later. What would I regret if I thought about it? That must be having a great love story as well as going to a great college. Because my English is not good, SO I study English harder, of course, also because I don't want to let my goddess teacher, I have a poor English impression, that's what I thought at that time. As my obsession with degree of English more and more deep, there is a problem I will directly go to the teacher, then in order to convenient to ask questions, I will add her QQ, so the two of us will chat from offline to online, offline chat is not a line, and a lot of offline embarrassed to talk to him may become easier to open the online. Later, with the improvement of my English level, I became more and more confident in speaking to her. Finally, one day, after talking with her for a long time, I could not help saying what I had always wanted to say to her, which meant that I like you very much, teacher. She just replied with a smile and said, "You are still young, you should study hard." And I said I know, but I really like you, too. She didn't reply again. I thought the whole thing was over. One day, I was late endorsing in the park, when I noticed that she was passing by from work, because we hadn't talked for a while, so we wanted to sit down and talk. After asking each other about their recent situation, they began to talk about my confession with her last time. She said that she did not know how to answer me at that time. She was afraid that her refusal would hurt my heart and affect my study. I saw what she meant, but perhaps because it was late and there was no one around, just the two of us in the dim light. Looked at her beautiful eyes and mouth, I thought tonight if I don't kiss her, absolutely after may regret it, there is absolutely no chance, so I just took advantage of her when you talk directly with the hand holding her head on her mouth, close up, although she has some struggle, but I still got the nerve to kiss for a moment to let go, then she looked at me angrily. I could only smile at her apologetically, and she left without saying anything.
By xingding4 years ago in Confessions
How Covid-19 Turned Me into a Writer
I had better be careful about this one… When the World Health Organization (WHO) announced that Covid-19 was officially a pandemic, I began another set of journals. This was a habit that I had given up for many years after returning from overseas and realizing that my life was becoming quite repetitive with work, bills and the usual dramas. The onset of Covid was a very unusual drama that kept me guessing as to how long it would last (I even discussed the rising number of cases in China in one of my classes while I could still go in and teach). But then there was the official notice that this was real; this was very serious. Everything was about to change.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
The Photo
Hi there, I don't know what led you here, but thanks for reading. PROM I still remember the first interaction we had with each other. I was talking with the school counselor about my future and was saved by the bell. When I was leaving the school building, that's when you blatantly asked me "Do you have a ride for prom?". It caught me off guard, which is a recurring theme in our friendship. I barely even knew who you were at the time. My response to you was yes and the next thing I know we're with both of our dates cramped into my dad's SUV. Prom night was supposed to be the night of our lives, yeah that was bullshit.
By C Z4 years ago in Confessions
If You Can Have Another Drink, You Can Write Another Paragraph
UPDATE: 7/12/22 - This story has sat in my drafts for a good while, and I had completely forgotten about its existence. I hardly remember writing it, but it definitely spoke to me. Since I initially wrote this piece, I am in a much better place, and it's nice to have this as a reminder of how far I've come, even though it may at times seem as though I haven't made much progress at all.
By BrettNotGreg4 years ago in Confessions
You’ll never be able to wear a dress!. Top Story - July 2022.
When I was a little girl I hurt my knees a lot. Isn’t that normal? For kids to play and get hurt? There was this older girl, a neighbor, she saw me with crusts on my knee skin and she told me to stop getting hurt so much, otherwise I won’t be able to wear a short skirt when I was older.
By Estera Lupu4 years ago in Confessions
From self-pity to Emily Dickinson
Complaining is useless, it is more useful to analyze the reasons for the failures. I hate to say it, but, in the end, it’s always all a question of social anxiety. We should go, say hello, be in the front row at conferences, maybe present an essay in person. Forget about it! I would risk dying. Everyone says you have to show up, call the newsrooms, make real friends with those in the trade. I was under the illusion that in the age of litweb it was possible to ignore physical contact but this is not the case. If they don’t see you, they forget about you and, if you write to urge, you become a nuisance, so it’s better to keep quiet, always and in any case, also because, when they don’t answer, you feel humiliated and stupid. The pounding advertising, the billboards, the shouts, the “buy my book, pay for it by credit card”, the photos of the book in different ways and positions, are not for me or for you, I know, you would like that people understood for themselves the value of your work. A utopia.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Confessions
Cross-Dressing For Country
"Alright troops, before I begin, does anybody have any acting experience?" This seemingly innocuous question, to me, would soon become as consequential as "Do you take this woman to be your wife?", or "Do you understand these rights as they've been read to you?". The year is 2011. I am a 23 year old, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed Infantryman private. I had recently completed a full 3 year contract with the army. I immediately re-upped for a second round, as I hadn't had a chance to go to war yet, which should say everything you need to know about my intelligence at that age (or lack there-of). The truth is, when you're not overseas trying to kill anyone that doesn't look like you, the army is actually pretty boring, and your daily life is transformed into a celestial battle to stave of alcoholism and debauchery. A group of us had been "hand picked" to represent our regiment at an upcoming festival called the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo. In civilian terms, it's a celebration of foreign and domestic military skills on display. In army-speak, it's a 3 week booze fest in an ACTUAL city, complete with College girls to chase and a per diem to waste. Our mission, with no choice not to accept it, was to participate in said Tattoo, and perform what was called an "unarmed combat display", among other things. On paper, it looked brilliant. We were to rappel down from the roof, at a break-neck height into the middle of the convention centre, and simply kick each other's asses for a couple of minutes. For lack of a better term, this was a slam dunk, a good go, an infanteer's wet dream. Enter Private Jones, stage left.
By Christopher Jones4 years ago in Confessions
Accept, Limit, Concentrate
Accept yourself, nothing and no one will make you change. You are avoidant, you suffer from social phobia and this will accompany you throughout your life, therefore, the sooner you make up your mind and act accordingly, not opposing what happens to you but waiting for the crisis to pass and bypassing obstacles, the better. Avoid blaming yourself: you can’t do anything about it and, in any case, you don’t hurt anyone.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Confessions
