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What goes around
Tonight, I will be getting married at midnight. The poor guy just doesn't know it, yet. I caught sight of myself reflected in the copper elevator door of the luxury hotel, Wynn Las Vegas. Wearing not quite a bridal outfit. Red latex dress and black velvet choker, to hide my barcode, I look so young. Young? Not really. I’m 52 but I look 25. And I will forever.
By SARAH STEWART5 years ago in Confessions
My Most Embarrassing Night As An Officer Because Of Taco Bell!
This happened to me in the late nineties and was at the time an extremely embarrassing experience. So hey, let's share! Work had been stressing me out and I just wasn't sleeping with a damn that week. Not that it's an excuse, but I'm painting the picture and giving some context. I got off work at noon on Saturday. Being a single parent I had a seven-year-old that had spent two days with my parents I was so busy. Right after work, I went to pick up my son and we went for lunch. Back then I had an affinity for quick and easy lunches so we picked up the mighty, Taco Bell. I had two burritos and four tacos. I bought extra to throw in the microwave before work because my plan was to stay awake until seven and then take my son to my folks' house for the night. One more night before my weekend began was all I could think of that day.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Confessions
At War
I remember college I had a friend that asked me ‘what does it feel like to be black’? It was the first time that I had been asked, so It intrigued me. I had never thought about it consciously, but I must have thought about it subconsciously because of the metaphoric answer I gave him. I said “It feels like I’m at war”. After that day, I began to think about it more consciously. Why war? When one thinks about war, they think about fighting, guns, nuclear bombs, tanks, and death. So, how could I be at war? I’m not in the military nor am I in an armed conflict with another country or nation. But there is a conflict. In fact, there are many.
By D.j. Foreman5 years ago in Confessions
PLEASE Open Up...
I spent the entire summer looking for a job, and finally received a call from a major bank for a full-time, floating teller position. Of course, I accepted the offer and was given information on when and where to show up for training. I was expecting your typical on-the-job training, but no; this financial institution had its own training center that I was scheduled to attend for three weeks. Let me tell you about one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, that made them send me straight to a local branch after my first three days at the training center.
By S Nicole Callahan5 years ago in Confessions
The Toronto Incident. Second Place in (No) Regrets Challenge.
Memory is a funny thing. It defines so much of our lives. We can remember exactly where we were during historic events like September 11th. Little things, like when we forgot our lines in the third grade play, are also locked away forever in our minds.
By MATTHEW FLICK5 years ago in Confessions
My Assistant Is A Spy
I have a 'Thing' for shoes. A lot of my friends do as well. There are usually five or six pair of heels under my desk at the office. I have a small mirror near my desk to check how my shoes look before I go to meetings, or anywhere really. A few weeks ago I noticed the mirror was moved a few feet from it's normal place. I chalked it up to the cleaning crew that comes in in the evenings.
By Petra5 years ago in Confessions
If This, Then That
Love is love. There is no denying attraction, infatuation or chemistry with someone, but how much resilience and heartache does it take to refuse to accept such feelings when it goes against societies norms, or our own internal battles of knowing who we are, or what we really want?
By Caroline5 years ago in Confessions
Dear self, you are resilient
Dear self, At just twenty two years of living I deemed you the toughest woman I have ever come across not only for your ability to forgive but your will to choose life. You have been through so much from class bullies to not loving that beautiful smile of yours. From mental & physical abuse to sexual abuse at the hands of a step parent. From those horrible suicidal thoughts to the attempts all the way to experiencing miscarriage at only sixteen years of age and the list could go on. You have been through enough trauma to last one a lifetime but you never let your bright light dim & I commend you for that. It amazes me to watch you walk into each day with your head held the highest while hearing all the negative thoughts going through your head and seeing the realest fake smile on your face. You're resilient and the true queen of overcoming any obstacle in your way. Tayla, other than being tougher than a bull with sharp horns I don’t know how you do it. I don’t know how you could overlook your ptsd, your constant anxiety, depression and your “F the world“ attitude and still manage
By Tayla Fitzpatrick 5 years ago in Confessions
C.S. A story of a girl who believed in his words, not his actions.
This is a story of when one guarded girl let’s her guard down, and why most of the time guarded girls put them right back up with walls higher than before. We know that letting down your guard and being vulnerable is one of the most important things to do as a human, but rejection also keeps us from ever wanting to be in that situation.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Confessions
PEE, PEE Time
When I was younger, I moved to a village called Windham. We moved there when I was around 9 or 10 years old. My family was the first out of my extended family to move there. It only took a few months, and almost the whole Sommers side of my family moved to Windham too.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Confessions
love
Those that know me personally know that I have a hard time describing my feelings. I'm not incapable of having them. If anything I feel too much about a lot of things; I've been obsessing over timeliness and patterns and trying to avoid uncomfortable scenarios for the better part of a year (along with the rest of my life) - with little success.
By Sprat5 years ago in Confessions
