Humanity
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
I Hereby Resolve
I Hereby Resolve By Cleve Taylor Wow, 2021 has passed fast for me. I recognize that part of the reason time sped up is due to age. As an octogenarian I recognize that each new year represents an increasing percentage of the rest of my life, so those minutes, hours, days, months and years are incredibly important, and fly by far too fast. It is not like when I was a child and time slugged by at snail's pace and I was anxious to age and get on with my life. I expect 2022 to be the year of the hare.
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Confessions
The Return to Self
For many years and many cycles, the question, “who am I?”, had little depth and meaning. Confined to the beliefs imparted by a limited society and wounded family, my true Self was buried. The heart’s desires and soul’s longings, a dense fog of confusion and heaviness. “What is the point?”, I often wondered, insecurity rattling me to the bone, caged in a small existence with little room for expression.
By Ashlyn4 years ago in Confessions
Soon, You’ll Be Taken Away From Your Comfort Zone
Nature wants to ensure Her survival. That’s why She keeps expanding and multiplying. Nature uses whatever feels pleasant as a contributing force to Her survival goal, while She avoids whatever feels unpleasant, because it may be a threat to that very purpose.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
Sorry, I'm not authentic...
When you are young all you seek and desire to be is yourself. To enjoy life, to play, laugh and dance in each moment. At some point along the way we are disciplined and expected to shrink ourselves down. To be quieter, to listen, to not be too much, or too little. Then to speak up, take responsibility, to make choices but still obey – it’s a very confusing mess.
By Perrity Fowler4 years ago in Confessions
An Offering of Chili Mango
Back in 2019, the December sun shone weakly through post-rainstorm clouds on the Embarcadero boardwalk of San Francisco. Me and two of my college friends were visiting our mutual high school friend Phil* in the Bay Area, who had graciously offered to host us at his studio complex in the City for the weekend. After Ubering around to Chinatown for dim sum and Twin Peaks in the early afternoon, the four of us moseyed on over to the Embarcadero to walk around amidst the tourist crowds before taking our bus back to Davis.
By James Bao4 years ago in Confessions
The real me is scared, the remarkable me is posting this
Where do we begin writing the authentic story of ourselves? Whose eyes will these stories fall upon and will they be met with grace? What is the story we are telling, anyway? When will these words be shared, and finally, in the words of John Locke: “How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Confessions
I'm The Real H.O.
"Hello there Gorgeous!,"is probably what you're thinking right now. My name is Heidi Lynn Owens and today I am sharing my story with you: Overcoming adversity in the beta stages of social media dating. I was inspired by Vine, Instagram, Snapchat and Tinder.
By The Heidi Lynn Show4 years ago in Confessions
Tha Man Collector
I was born on July fourteenth. The day of the convincing storyteller, according to the Secret Language of Birthdays, people born on this day are described as manipulative, seductive and charming. It is my seductive charm that has become the near death of me.Besides being predispositioned genetically with bipolar manic depression, I was sexually abused as a child which led to a very dangerous and provocative promiscuous lifestyle. Since the age of twelve I have sought out broken, heartless people to come into relationship with. Most of them extremely personal, intimate and inappropriate, usually ending with a traumatic event. I now suffer from severe complex PTSD and have become suicidal.
By Daphne Explains it All4 years ago in Confessions
