Taboo
Letters Never Sent- Vol 11
October 2003 Dear Rebecca, It's been a while since I’ve seen you and I’m not sure where to begin. Heck, I’m not even sure if I have the right address for you anymore. But I figured if it didn’t try to get this off my chest that I would go into a spiral of depression that would make the black hole of Calcutta look like a kiddie pool.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 5
February 8, 1993 Dear Veronica, Please stop calling me and just breathing on the phone. I would have simply called you to tell you this, but then I would have been stuck on the phone with you for well over an hour while you just sat on the other end, not talking and refusing to hang up. I am scared that if I hang up you will go all fatal attraction on me, I knew we should not have seen that movie at the campus cinema, (even if it was only 50¢). It's a cautionary tale that I did not heed.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
I Never Knew
I never knew my life was not ordinary, grew up in a big house in one of the most popular areas of our town. My mother worked 80 hours a week, my grandmother works 40, my grandfather worked every Sunday as he was our towns preacher. I never knew my father, but I didn’t know that wasn’t normal.
By Lauren Lindsay4 years ago in Confessions
A Little Bit of Zelig
Late nights, Hollywood horror parties and porn star parties, what else can a guy ask for. It’s been, well, it’s been, it’s never been boring that’s for fuckin’ A-sure. I mean hey I might not be Johnny Wads with a pocket full of cash, but I’ve sure lived like it at times. Yep, I’ve had a bulge in my pants with forty large in my pocket. But forty stacks’ cash, cold and hard. Then, I’ve had nothing, zip, zilch, nada, living off of 50 cent Whoppers at Burger King on the Sunset strip. What was that Wimpy used to say to Popeye? “I will gladly repay you Tuesday for the price of a cheeseburger today.” Haha, yeah been there on that Hollywood Hills trip when suddenly your Armenian landlord shows his unibrow head up on your doorstep, “It’s Tuesday mother fucker bro I come for the rent”. Rent? Who’s got rent money? Been there, not fun crawling out a third story window with nothing between you and the cement sidewalk below except a window ledge covered of pigeon shit. But! I’ve also dined with mayors, mobsters, movie moguls and mad men. I’ve had Filet Mignon with Dustin Hoffman and shared an espresso with Phil Seymour Hoffman. I’ve been in front of the camera trying to make it onto the big screen and I’ve been on camera against a wall, numbers across my chest trying not to be seen. I’ve slept with absolute bat-shit crazy hot women and heart-of-gold honest hookers. I mean shit, I only bring this up to make a point that it’s been real, well, a real blast and I’m only halfway through this shit show of a life. A strange journey its been thus far.
By Stephen Conrad4 years ago in Confessions
525,600 minutes
I am here to admit that I am an over achiever. Here I am at 55 and I have to admit this and accept it. I have to admit that being an overachiever can be an addiction or co-dependent behavior. I look back over my life and I can see that overachieving is an addictive behavior to myself. I have always chosen difficult tasks and I would over work to achieve them. Here I am with many degrees, and I am proud that I achieved them, but they mean nothing but debt to me. They surely didn't bring me fulfillment. All they fill is a folder in the filing cabinet.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Confessions
Are You Spiritually Evolved? Here’s How To Find Out
We live in a world that keeps telling us it has our back. Whether it’s the government, some institution, or even our religions — we’re taught from a very young age to depend on something external, in order for our needs to be met.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
An Argument With Reality About Food.
If you looked at me, you would probably say I look fine. And by fine, I mean not fat. I know my BMI is where it is supposed to be. I exercise five times a week at least for 15 minutes. I meditate twice a day for two hours. And to top it all, I am 80% vegan.
By Anu Sundaram4 years ago in Confessions
Christianity, Judaism, Islam, and Witchcraft
When I think of religion, I automatically start asking questions. I’ve been asking these questions for the last forty-eight years. Have I found answers? I would say definitely yes, and I have discovered many answers. Have I uncovered this elusive “truth” of which everyone speaks? First, I must define Truth. When you are studying psychology, the definition of Truth is this: “Truth is a property not so much of thoughts and ideas but more properly of beliefs and assertions. But to believe or assert something is not enough to make it true, or else the claim that ‘to believe something makes it true’ would be just as true as the claim that ‘to believe something does not make it true.’ Therefore when I speak of Truth, it will be my Truth that I have experienced and seen with my own eyes. I will write using a year’s timeline to keep things consistent and linear and avoid confusion.
By VNessa Erlene4 years ago in Confessions
Moving forward, or standing still.
Maybe she had always wanted it, yet had been unable to detect the yearning she felt for it. As she looked back on all those years that seemed lost, she wondered where she had chosen the wrong side of the road. Had her decision to close herself off, to the world, been a direct result of her failed marriage, or was there more to it than that? The same memory would rise, over and over again.
By Marie-Claude Bernier4 years ago in Confessions
Mind and Body Self-Advocacy: A Story of Intergenerational Medical Neglect. Second Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge.
During my first week of college, my stomach began to hurt. It was more than a stomachache. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't focus in class or sit through welcome week experiences with other first-year students. All I could do was curl up with a heating pad.
By Regan Riehl4 years ago in Confessions
