Embarrassment
Random Thought Waves
Random Thoughts By Rob Smithson Foreword By Robbie Smithie I decided to write down every conversation I had with myself for a month. The conversations were weird and disturbing and often hilarious as well. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did having the conversations with myself. I think the reason I talk to myself so much is that I am a good listener. Well if you find yourself lost in the conversation then join the club.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Confessions
Top 50 Things Not To Say During or Before Having Sex
Whether it's your girlfriend, wife or someone you just met, sex should feel intimate, sexy, natural and raw. But when in the bedroom, it's best to avoid unnecessary commentary, which could ruin the mood or, even worse — insult the other person. It is OK to let out your crazy, sexy side; just try to say less and show action instead of words.
By Paul-Anthony5 years ago in Confessions
Aeroplane Mode
So, it’s me, my dad and my little brother, we’re on a little voyage to see my family in Sydney and we’re at the Brisbane airport, it’s a stormy little peach of a day, I’ll never forget the way the rain tasted on my drugged tongue and the taste of each moisture ridden beer I consumed. now I’ve had a couple oxy tablets packed for the flight right, because I used to be really scared of flying and had massive anxiety with it, I’ve really just always despised the idea of some random bloke being in complete control of whether or not I hit the dirt or blow to smitherins, so I’ve taken the necessary steps as anybody would to eliminate that anxiety.
By Alex Schosta 5 years ago in Confessions
Just Left of Amish: Xurban Farmer Goes to the Bank
Seriously? Gas Station/Bank/Coffee Shop to get a Mortgage “I can’t go banking looking like this,” said Farmer Jane to herself. She was in grubby work-the-fields sweats and black walnut stained long sleeved tee. She hadn’t bothered combing the dreadlock-like mess on her head. No, she couldn’t go banking looking such a hot mess, after all everyone knows, if you want to ask for money you have to look like money.
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Confessions
The Dark Spiral of My Mind
I am afraid. I am so alone and so scared. All these thoughts are just swirling around in my head, making me feel like I’m going to break into a million pieces. It didn’t use to be this way - it used to be easy, or at least easier than now.
By Sara Dowling5 years ago in Confessions
Shamelessly eating free cake but forgetting to bring a gift at a birthday party
My parents moved country when I was just a baby, travelling from India to Italy back in the early 2000s. We lived in a small village on a hill which was about 15 minutes away in car from the nearest town.
By ExoDoll5 years ago in Confessions
My First Week of Dieting
Having been predisposed to obesity since childhood, I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with food, with constant diets and even the occasional eating disorder. During the pandemic, my boyfriend and I gained collectively the weight of a grown child, or a standard ballerina. No morning sickness, no swollen ankles, no labor, POP! Here you go, your own child (in fat). Not a pretty picture, I know, but it’s the truth. Comfort eating, indulging in too many late-night snacks and glasses of wine, lack of exercise, stress, isolation. They all played a part and after one year and a half, the scale started to silently judge us.
By A.M.Radulescu5 years ago in Confessions
Because
Here I am, making the most out of a big mistake. Was the mistake something terrible I did in a passed life? Possibly. In a way, all mistake are made in our passed lives.. but this life.. this identity.. has always felt definite to me. And, as I come (further) into consciousness, I look deeper and deeper for purpose. It was around my twenties that I learned the necessity of changing the world through changing ones’ self. All of my attempts at world peace failed miserably. I wanted to be a rock star. I learned recently at the age of twenty five that I never allowed myself to do that because I had never been willing to be a rock. I was a trust fund baby, and I never lasted more than two weeks at any job. But, I’ve always been intelligent. What I’m learning now is that even unconsciously, I’ve always been on the right path. Maybe it’s nature, maybe it’s “God’s plan,” maybe it’s a self-fulfilling profecy. The truth is, none of that matters. People should support me because when I realized I could only change the world through changing myself, I became a rock. It was HARD. It still is. It’s so hard!!! I squandered my money away. I don’t have a choice any more, whether or not I want to go to work. I created and birthed a child. I love her passionately. And, I refuse to let her grow up in a world without hope.
By Ashley Cressy5 years ago in Confessions
NORTHERN MISFIT
Write about a time when you felt like a misfit. Oh, let me count the ways! Have you ever felt like a misfit among your colleagues? Check! I used to leave work every day at 3:15 to get home to my dogs and running and house and hobbies. Most of the other teachers would stay to work on their classrooms or planning. They looked down on me for it because I didn't have a "conventional" family I was going home to. Does that count? Have you ever felt like a misfit among your peers? Check! How about the time when I lived in a dorm my freshman year of college, and all the girls were binging and purging except for me. Was I misfit material? Do you feel like a misfit among your family? Check! Check!! And checkmate!!! I know I qualify for this one. I could win a medal for this category. I am a single, divorced, childless female who is free thinking and doesn't belong to a religious group or political party, in a conservative, religious family. Nope, fur babies do not count in this elite group. Pretty sure I check off boxes that don't even exist yet, ha!
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Confessions
Wow, you can't really dance!
Dancing is supposed to be a voluntary (or involuntary) reaction to hearing good music, otherwise known as ‘bangers’. I love to dance when I know no one is watching and can tolerate being watched only when adequately buzzed. I think my moves are an amalgam of tasteful vogue-ish poses, hip hop two-step and spastic twitching. It all looks very elegant, I assure you. Perhaps my unease with dancing in public stemmed from an ill-fated event in my childhood.
By Jenny Samuel 5 years ago in Confessions
