Humanity
An Over-explanation of Things that really grind my gears
#1. Mushrooms. Get'em outta here! Fungus is neither 'fun' or for 'us' so throw it all away! Who was taking a stroll in the woods one day and saw a nasty spongey little piece of fungus and thought 'Oh yeah...I'm gonna put THAT in my mouth!" If I had a time machine I'd go back and slap that fungus right out of that Neanderthal's hand #nofunforgus
By Ashleigh Riley4 years ago in Confessions
Are you sure I'm in my 30s?
When we were younger, we would scoff at the sight of a '30' year old and the thought of being SO OLD. I remember a lot of my teachers and coaches seemed so incredibly aged to me as a teen. Their phase of life was so far away from mine, I couldn't even picture it in the horizon. They lived the types of lives I imagined akin to the Golden Girls. I didn't understand then just how little age difference there actually was between my fresh 15 year old self and a saggy, wrinkly 30 year old...
By Ashleigh Riley4 years ago in Confessions
Living and Dying and the Inadequacies of Polite Friendship
I faced death head on for the first time at age twenty one. It crept up on me so slowly, through a haze of chronic pain, that when I was suddenly staring down the barrel of my own mortality it felt like no other day. Like I’d been dying since the day I’d been born and my final seconds were ticking down to that peaceful sigh of relief.
By stephanie debrincat4 years ago in Confessions
Things I Learned about being 27. Top Story - September 2021.
Marriage, kids, career, and life in general: it's okay to not master the universe. I think the hardest thing about being 27 is not punching people in the face when they remind me how close to 30 I am. And how far from marriage I appear to be.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
Twilight Obsessed
Harry Potter never appealed to me. I tried, but couldn’t get in to it. Too many characters and creatures and sorting hats…I couldn’t bring myself to care. I never offer this information at parties or among acquaintances, but my closest friends are aware of my disdain and judge me appropriately. I stopped watching Game of Thrones after half the characters died—I mean, I had already seen Downton Abbey, a recovery I was still enduring. Most recently I tackled Lord of the Rings. It’s one of my boyfriend’s favorite movies, and he was certain I’d find some value in it. At the very least, he thought I’d get a kick out of “my PREEEcious.” He was right. I was struck by the beauty of the scenery, and I cackled at Gollum’s manic behavior. But I still fell asleep during the second movie, lost and un-invested. I hoped for more Gollum and less speaking in hushed tones about people and places I didn’t know. Too many details. Too many hours. Not enough emotion.
By Heather Cunningham4 years ago in Confessions
They
I grew up with the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated. I realize now that I am older, those whose houses were strong in hatred, have always had life the hardest. Hate was constantly fed, fueled, and strengthened. I look to others and see the issue.
By Jamie L. Carter4 years ago in Confessions
Ruins
They say that Rome wasn’t built in a single day, but it burned in one. Like Rome, a person isn’t built in a day. A person is built through days, weeks, months, and years. Laughter, happiness, love… they build us. They shape and mold us into the person people see when they look us in the eye.
By Kiko4 years ago in Confessions
The big questions
Life. It’s a complicated concept and even more complicated practice. If you’re not wanting to read the crazy ramblings of a skeptic then maybe quit here. But honestly, I need to get it out. This is probably more for my benefit than anything else but if you stick with me, maybe we can help each other answer the unanswerable. Please note that I do not mean to offend by any of my thoughts and if you don’t like what you read, I’m sorry. But here it is. The questions that plague my mind frequently and make me question all I know, always waiting, hopefully, for the answers.
By Lizzie4 years ago in Confessions
I Woke up and Died
I opened my eyes. She leaned in. “You had a heart attack” Staring, unable to speak, I looked at my wife blankly. I realized I heard words, I realized who she was. I recognized each word, but I could not comprehend the sentence, or for that matter, the situation. What seemed like an eternity later, my mind had hung on the last word: heart attack. It was a dreamy consciousness.
By Arthur Brain4 years ago in Confessions
Parents Aren't Always Right
Growing up, I believed everything my parents told me. "Don't play on the monkey bars," my father said, "You'll get hurt, I just know it." Or, "Don't ride your bike, you'll fall and scrape your knee... or worse. You could DIE!" My father was a very passive aggressive man, especially when my mother was around. He hated everything that had to do with fun, or in other words, my independence. He believed that little girls needed to stay close beside their fathers, and fear the world around them.
By Cameron Kirin4 years ago in Confessions
