Friendship
I’m Falling For My Best Friend & I Don’t Know What To Do About It
Let me preface this by saying, first and foremost, that I won’t be saying his name. Only that he’s my best friend and one of the greatest people I have ever known. He’s an amateur filmmaker with a love for funkos, the MCU, and Star Wars and he’s one of the sweetest, biggest dorks I’ve ever met.
By Roxan Alfonso4 years ago in Confessions
It Comes and Goes
Starting this post off on the right foot, I thought I'd use my current bad day song. Deep Waters by American Authors has been on repeat for me this past week. More than on repeat. I really enjoy the heavy yet uplighting rock ballad very much so, and it was the inspiration behind this piece of writing.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
Whiskey Sour
Growing up in the country only had a few people and a few amenities. Me, I was lucky enough to have four-wheelers, go-carts, pets, a pool and, an older brother that had some very handsome friends. The only friend that I could seem to have lived right behind my mother's house. Her name is Gail.
By Teela Darden4 years ago in Confessions
A.A Reunion
The story starts in a small reception hall filled with different individuals of all cultures and gender; essential to mention because many have formed groups within the crowd and respond differently to the information provided due to the culture’s overall belief system. Many of the women keep away from the men because most in the crowd are victims of rape. However, two people are about to change the overall dynamics. In the front of the room is a former AA member Sarah who has been sober for two years and had her first glass of wine three days ago at a reunion. In her terms, the young lady’s family castrated her, saying she would never change; heartbroken, she was getting ready to relapse but instead remained outside the liquor store and eventually returned home. She shares with the group and adds she felt saddened that she could not share this enormous breakthrough with her family and friends because of the glass of wine. The crowd cheered for her, and some even came to provide her with a hug. Sarah begins to cry and says thank you. The coordinator of the program smiles and says, “I believe you have something to share for us?” Sarah wipes her tears and says, “yes, I wrote a poem called the past is only part of me. I used the poetry to help me overcome my emotions and felt this would be something the group could benefit from hearing and possibly applying themselves in their recoveries.” The crowd starts to cheer, and someone in the crowd says, “get it, girl.” Sarah takes the mic and begins to pace in the front of the room and says, after taking a deep breath:
By Jessica A. Fox4 years ago in Confessions
My Visit From Beyond
When I was growing up, my brothers had a friend named Wilbur Spangler. He only lived a mile away from us and was often at our house, almost every day. I remember asking my mother why he always left when it was getting dark because I thought he was my brother. (I was very young.)
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Confessions
It's NOT your story to tell
How well do you know your friends? I hope they are true to you as you are to them. Our life has its ups and downs, and sometimes we get drowned in the problems. You will get to the point where you think it's a good decision, better than their advice. So, instead of getting back to your lifestyle, you'll only keep on doing whatever it may take you. Of course, at first you feel happy because it's a new environment. A new person in your life. You thought it would be easier to live with your "new family." Until, one day, you'll notice the changes that you were in a worse situation than before. Their behaviour towards you changed. You will end up losing your path. You would wake up realizing you're not yourself anymore. Even though you wanted to seek their help, you couldn't because of the thought that they might end up judging you. The only choice left to you was to accept the things they would say about you or stay where you've chosen to.
By Emlyza Studio4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Subscribers
Dear Subscribers, Hello superfans, Danimals, Danamaniacs, and assorted ne'er do wells. My subscriber count has been increasing at a rapid rate since I first began publishing on Vocal.media nearly 4 months ago. The sizzling pace of almost 1 subscriber every fifteen days has resulted in massive growth from zero subscribers in June of this year to a full octet of eight subscribers today. Amazingly, at least two of you must be complete strangers as I do not have more than six friends, acquaintances, or relatives who do not find my non technical writings, weird, stupid, confusing, not funny, scary, gross, disturbing and/or boring and thus avoid them at all costs. Now that my subscriber count has reached octomom levels (thanks to each of you) I felt it would be a good time for me to reach out personally and say thank you. As I pondered what I might do to show my appreciation to my rabid fan base that would satiate their unquenchable desire for all things everyday junglist I hit upon the idea of this newsletter. After all, you obviously love my writing so what better reward could I bestow upon each of you than to prepare an original article specifically addressed to you written in my patented intelligent, yet nonsensical style in the voice of an ego driven blowhard, but with the eyes of an angel, and a rare talent for run on sentences. As usual my idea was a fantastic one, but as soon as I sat down to write I found I could not focus on the task at hand. My mind was simply too preoccupied. Like each of you no doubt, I have not been able to stop thinking about the endangered bird the Mccaw after Vocal published their latest and most groundbreaking, creating, and innovative writing challenge yet, featuring that aforementioned feathered friend of friends. Two classic run ons back to back, both with serious grammatical and punctuation problems, I am on fire tonight!
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
From the One Who Chose Boys Over Girls:. Top Story - October 2021.
In college, I was that girl who hung out with boys more than girls. Yes, I was even in a sorority and still hung out with my guy friends in the fraternity more than my own sorority sisters. I loved to drink, have fun, party and just sit and hang out. All of my friends, my girlfriends, would tell me that one day the boys will let me down. I never really took it to heart, but looking back at it now, I wish I had. I wouldn’t say I lost my friends because of it, but I am not as close to people I could have been if I had given them more of a chance.
By Caroline4 years ago in Confessions
I Am the Villian in My Ex-best Friend’s Life, and I Am Okay With That
My best friend and I were inseparable — we were always there for each other. We talked every day and had known each other since grade school. This friendship is one that I thought would last a lifetime. We were the best of friends!
By That Psych Nerd4 years ago in Confessions
