Embarrassment
How to Get Through Your Darkest Days
In the last two decades, my health has deteriorated. I had moved to Hollywood to become an actor, but after a few years in Tinsel Town things did not go as I had hoped. My paralyzed anxiety prevented me from getting tested, overconfidence led to overeating almost every night, and my inability to be translated into a group of good-weather friends.
By Aava Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
I Lost My Scissors at the Kabul Airport
I always take a small knitting project with me when I travel: something light, with square wooden needles that don't fall out easily. A soft and bright project that brings me joy and comfort in unfamiliar places. They city of Kabul, Afghanistan, was just that kind of place. I went there with a small team to consult with instructors at a university and we planned to stay two weeks. In the middle of the winter in that mountainous city, we knew that cental heating didn't exist, that we would be restricted to our lodgings and place of work, and that we would have an armed security detail. We were required to wear headscarves to blend in with the local population. Arlene, our team leader, also informed me that since Afghanistan prohibits alcohol sales, but does permit foreign visitors to bring a small quantity with them, I was required to bring my full allotment in my luggage because there was nothing to do but drink in the evenings. So I packed extra fingering yarn. And I brought the wine.
By Beth Lewis5 years ago in Confessions
Caught in the Car
My best friend, Julie, and I used to love going to the drive-in movie theater. In our last summer before college, we went quite a few times. On one of these occasions, we had decided to take our younger siblings along with us and because of that, we drove separately. It was wonderful. We parked directly next to each other so that we still got to watch the movies together. The first movie, Finding Dory, was great. I went to concessions with Julie to get more popcorn and another drink during the intermission between the movies. Back at our cars, we goofed around until the second movie was being introduced over the radio. So we turned up our radios and prepared for the next feature getting cozy in our respective cars. Then not even halfway through the second feature, Alice Through the Looking Glass, it happened.
By tristinrose5 years ago in Confessions
The Question: Unanswered?
It was a beautiful, sunny day in June 2018 where I mustered enough courage to ask my crush at the time, Shelbi, out on an exotic sushi date. I never received much attention in my earlier years of high school, and for the first time, I felt valued as an individual. There was a tendency to put on a mask to present my best self. Still, if a person knows who they are, what value they bring into relationships, and how to conduct that said relationship, that mask is but a tool to hide their insecurities. Only I learned this revelation too late.
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Confessions
How a Naked Man Made me Scream
Have you ever slept on a complete stranger's couch? I have. More than I can count on both hands, all over the world. Sounds crazy? Believe me when I tell you that it is one of the most eye-opening, exciting experiences to open your heart and get to know the world.
By Laura Blu Sandía5 years ago in Confessions
Hated at first sight
The first time I recall being hated at first sight was when I was 7 years old. It was the second day of school in the second grade. My mother worked for a company called Harris Hardwood and had gotten them to send a bunch of wood chips to my classroom for us to play with. The blocks were on the floor and the teacher told us to sit down in groups of 3 or four to play. I sat next to a boy and girl I did not know and immediately they both put their hands on the blocks and told me no. I advised them that my mother is the one who sent the wood to the school and they reluctantly allowed me to play with them.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Single mother of 3
Single mother who never wants to mingle. I was abused so bad where death looked me in the face daily. I was beat every single day for 3 months straight. I still didn’t allow that horrific situation of my daily beatings and the kidnapping of me and my children build up hate. I was in so much pain. From getting my head bashed on toilet bowels, on microwaves, on car door panels and raped. Choked unconscious, phone thrown so hard at my stomach to cause a miscarriage, I constantly wondered my fate. My nose bit to the point my nose swollen so bad (3 times my normal size) that it look like I was in some kind of a fight with a animal, but this animal was not animal but a actual human. Bit into my right vein down deep in my arm, because I told him we need to separate, and that I was tired of being beat on and threatened to be kill everyday if I told anyone. Where my arm turned blue and purple and then red. I literally didn’t even know that was possible to see all those colors turning in my arm one by one by one as I was fighting for my life. Screaming for anyone to save us even while get cursed out and beat and laughed at and told me “no one will save you”, said by my abuser and kidnapper, while burning me with his cigarettes. All while him hearing me beg and scream for mercy and for help to rescue us. I have most definitely given up on love after my 3 months of straight abuse.
By La-Starr Sneed5 years ago in Confessions
The Foolishness of the Lake
The rays of the sun reflected off the lake surface, in shimmering, brilliant strands. The group of girls stood near the pond, changing into swim clothing after the long hike and horse ride down the path through the woods. The lake was not swimmable, for the water was too murky, too dirty. Not from pollution though, just a natural murky, mud filled lake-hole. While the sun shone brightly on it, and the reflection of the surrounding trees was gorgeous, the water itself stank of fish and dirt and sludge.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
This is How Not To Take Things Personally.
“The most difficult thing for a man to do is to be himself in a world that is constantly trying to change him.” This is one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson. When we first start school, we are told to sit down and shut up. We are told not to run, don't misbehave, we are told to fit in. We are essentially told to not express ourselves in any way shape or form. If you have a little bit more energy than the average person as I did, we are rewarded with detention, or even worse, we are assigned four little letters that will define us for the rest of our academic life, which are: A-D-H-D.
By Raviraj Patil5 years ago in Confessions
Hanky Panky Hilarity
It’s a random Saturday night. Nothing special. Both kids are down for bed unusually early from their exhausting day of yardwork and play. I flop on the couch and look around wondering just what the hell I’m going to do with all of this free time I have. It’s like eight o’clock on a Saturday night and I can do whatever I want.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
