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A Challenge Accepted About Christmas. Top Story - December 2022.
And here is my response to the challenge: Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? It is Christmas Eve for me as the tree lights are much brighter and the kids are so excited to sometimes open just one gift!🎄
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Confessions
10 of the Strangest Things People Are Addicted To
10 of the Strangest Things People Are Addicted To Addiction is the obsessive need to carry on doing something despite the potential consequences. Every person is different, with their own preferences and dreams. Some people enjoy travelling, while others prefer to stay at home. We learn to get along through our likes and dislikes, regardless of whether we are introverts, extroverts, or somewhere in between. People have been known to become addicted to substances like narcotics, coffee, or even social media. However, you may tell someone about your daily need on coffee and it won't come out as embarrassing. Just picture meeting someone who claims to be addicted to drinking their own urine. Or another who would rather eat a piece of their brick wall than a pizza topped with pineapples grown on their lanai. Yes, these are the bizarre addictions that people have all across the world. Here is a list of some of the most bizarre substances to which people have become dependent.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
Here to year 2022
The year is almost over and I am so excited to start a new year... I love new beginnings... Weirdly enough I had the anticipation of change but once it hits me I thrive. Now, I am not sure if that takes time but one day I hope to lean into the change. I think I am 1/4 of a way there but it still makes me a little uncomfy when I think about it. I lose sleep... it is hard for me to eat and truly I can't think of anything else. It eats me up inside and all my emotions build up until I write in my journal or I make a nostalgic video about it. Which honestly is not a bad thing.
By for my mental health3 years ago in Confessions
Where The Heart Is
They say that pain is apart of life. I have felt the emotional pain of being in the house where my pain originally started. Now the diaries that I found have been filed in the garbage dump that feels good. The last diary I had left I called it my Oppression Diary I put that in the garbage. It felt great. I feel like there is nothing left for me in my country. Because the only person before I married who believed in me died. Now I am ready to leave my country to go back home to Saint Lucia. Home. That feels good to say.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Confessions
Finding My Voice In My Words
I want to write about everything I can. But I know I can’t. Maybe not yet, maybe not ever. I mean, I barely have the confidence to write up blog posts without having a mental block halfway, or even to carry out a casual conversation with an intellectual person without zoning out from his/her excessive use of jargon.
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Confessions
Upwardly Mobile
It was Saturday and Julia found herself once again anxiously peering out of her living room window looking for him. She ached to see her postman, with his chiselled jaw and firm thighs, standing at her front door holding out the promised brown paper package. Staring out at the car choked street running past her terraced house down to the seafront she was conscious of her curtains dangling precariously from the broken plastic tracking above. She shuffled in threadbare slippers to the middle of the small bay, craning her neck. The only movement to be seen was litter in the wind.
By Agathos Daimon3 years ago in Confessions
A Deleted Telegram Account Tells The Truth
“Hope you are happy,” I texted during the holidays. Not read. I had hesitated even to send it. “Should I?” I wondered out loud. He wasn’t going to see it for days; I knew that much. He checked his Telegram profile rarely.
By MonalisaSmiled 3 years ago in Confessions
Freeze Your Fat for a Fee
*A Note to Readers: This story contains content on eating disorders. Reader disgression advised* I pulled my hood up and placed sunglass on my face for extra measure as I exited my car and walked across the parking lot. The storefront of a strip mall grew larger with each step until its awning was looming over me. I avoided eye contact with the vinyl window clings of life-sized women smiling next to enlarged photos of their stomachs. Red circles emphasized areas that contained fat or skin rolls. It reminded me of getting back a test in school, knowing it wasn’t going to be an ‘A’ by the amount of red ink that had bled through the paper. It was clear who the enemy was.
By Jenell Riesner 3 years ago in Confessions
The Genuine Threat To All Art By AI
Introduction I saw this Instagram post from Francesco Simone Savi and it got me thinking about how AI is seeping into all art creation. Months ago I was alerted to an article where an artist was saying they were under threat from AI generated art. I replied to it is the article below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
The King of Queens
It was like a movie or the beginning of a bad porno. I decided to spend the day at the beach in Queens, New York. I did yoga that morning and saw a film set pretending to be Puerto Rico for the sake of a tv show. I idled for a few hours, even speaking with one of the PAs about the set and how one could make a few industry friends for work.
By Indie Johnson3 years ago in Confessions
Unmasked
It’s really disappointing to me that this pandemic is ending, and everyone is unmasking. With my mask, I could move through crowds of people unnoticed, just one unremarkable person adrift in a sea of humanity. Unfortunately, my life is gradually returning to the hell it’s been since I was 4 years old. People will once again look at me and stare. The careless person who caused the crash walked away unscathed, but not me.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Confessions
