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Kant Lie to Me. Top Story - June 2021.
I have recently made an unfortunate discovery. The man I love is a liar. This could be a devastating realization if it weren’t for the fact that his lies are pointless. He lies about what he ate, drank, and even how much sleep he got on any given day. The motivation is, of course, to keep me from worrying about his health, thereby saving himself from my nagging or, as I like to call it; Persistent care. I know what you’re thinking. If he lies about the small things, what else could he be hiding? More importantly, why do I accept this behavior? My journey to sophrosyne forced me to meditate on this subject instead of jumping to conclusions. A little research and empathy should go a long way.
By Diana Herrera5 years ago in Confessions
A Lifelong Love Affair
I love scissors! I love all kinds of scissors – embroidery, easy action, paper, office, folding, snips, non-sticks, storks, and shears. I love them in every colour – orange, purple, red, blue, iridescent, silver, and decorated in floral patterns. There is no such thing as too many scissors in my household! I have scissors in my kitchen, my car, my purse, and especially in my sewing room, where they have a drawer of their own, or are hanging from vintage candy dishes.
By Heather Seibel5 years ago in Confessions
Happiness through stories
Because I am slimy and I am green. No one could ever love a sight unseen” That was the final line of the first and last story that I can remember putting out into the world. I was in mr. Thomas’ fifth grade class and we were promoted to write a story to try to get published in the school newspaper. I had been writing stories for as long as I could remember so this was my time to shine. The story ended up winning an award and it was sent to a local publication which was sent out to all of the schools in the district. This was so amazing to me but also secretly terrifying because I grew up as an immigrant in Phoenix Arizona and that came with hidden traumas that I didn’t get to heal until I was older and thanks to those traumas, I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible. This meant writing and illustrating during recess at lunch and immersing myself in fantasy worlds that I would never share with others. Thanks to my stories I’ve been a wave in the ocean jumping to reach the moon, I’ve been a cloud in the sky, in love with a flower, sending raindrops as gifts, and in this particular story I was a lagoon who was once well loved, but forgotten and dirty. I didn’t realize it then, but I also felt like that lagoon. Alone, disgusting and unloveable. The only thing I had was a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper.
By Selma Nguyen 5 years ago in Confessions
18 FEELS LONELY
I feel dejected. I just took down all my pictures just because a guy told me I don’t look that good, because he saw nothing but flaws in whole of me. But am I any different from that guy? Didn’t I give him the confidence or right to see flaws in me? Yes .Truth be told I try everyday to hate myself a little less, I try my best to be nice to people around me that is my family. I not only feel dejected, but scared , insecure, I know am pushing myself way too hard just to fit in this modern advance society. And ofcourse that’s what is expected of an 18 year old teen . My anger issues knows no remedy. I just don’t know how to stop myself from slapping myself, punching myself, throwing things. Family can never help. They only push me down. I mean they support me in everything but how to express them I don’t fit in amongst my so called friends, that I get rejected for being myself, cause ofcourse for them their daughter is the best, she’s the prettiest. But you know am not.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
What Happened When I Tried Yoga
Ah, yoga...the mentally healing, body shaping, "relaxation" invoking work out that people have come to know and love. I thought about trying yoga plenty of times and even did a little beginner's poses in my living room when no one else was watching, fully knowing how ridiculous I looked. I have always been a bit of a "bigger" girl; meaning I have curves for days, especially in the hip area. When I was younger and had a metabolism that actually worked, I was flexible and could do a lot more things now than my body will let me do. I am a 28-year old trapped in the body of someone much older as I sound like a bowl of rice krispies when I stand up and frequently can't move if I sit on the floor to play with my daughter, cats or the dog for more than 5 minutes (probably actually 2 but I was giving myself the benefit of the doubt). These issues being a result of 10+ years of constantly being on my feet in uncomfortable shoes on concrete floors; not something that is too forgiving on the joints and back.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Confessions
Jailed By a Snowflake
As of the writing of this article, I am in Facebook jail for twenty four hours. Now, before you defend the actions of Facebook and give me hate for violating the terms of service, allow me to explain the situation to you. Furthermore, while I will be justifying my cause, I have accepted the consequences for my actions and want to make this article about a deeper social issue: Taking offense for the wrong reasons.
By Zenith5 years ago in Confessions
My Sister, My Frenemy
We were told as little girls, our relationships with our sisters determine how we will interact with female friendships when we get older. If there is mistrust and jealousy with young girls, there will be mistrust and jealousy with women. I never used to believe that until my Lil sister started having an affair with my male friend behind my back. Do not get me wrong, this is not about him, per se. Men come and go; my sister is forever. He is nothing special and certainly not worth fighting over. It is about the trust I had for my sister. I never in a million years thought she would be the one to betray me. I never thought she would be the one to hurt me.
By Karen Thomas5 years ago in Confessions
Zig Zag #4
I firmly believe everyone has a story. As we pass through life, we get to be a witness of others' stories just as much as we get to be a part of them. With a person’s story, there are many acts and scenes that move things along. When a person decides to share any of these parts, the receiver of the share is getting just a glimpse into someone's life. A fraction of the whole. But that fraction is a gift. Especially when the story holds a secret.
By Kathleen Majorsky5 years ago in Confessions
Dream Houses
I'm a homebody. My home is my castle. My zodiac sign is Cancer, the crab, who can't survive without the protection of its shell. My surroundings reflect nearly every aspect of who I am. I'm steeped in nostalgia, sentiment, and memories, good and bad. I've kept the ticket stubs to every concert I've ever attended. I have photos dating back to the time of Instamatic cameras and journals from age 15 on. I've always imagined my own home as a funky, eclectic showcase of my experiences, compulsive collecting, and love of design in all its incarnations.
By Lisa5 years ago in Confessions
Only Her Parents' Death Could Teach Her This Simple Truth
Let us be acquainted with my childhood friend Marta. She is my noble and generous friend. Noble not by birth but by her personal qualities, virtues of the heart. Our strange friendship started in the first grade and ended in the 8th… to be renewed with the boldness, freedom, and maturity of womanhood.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Be yourself
Hashtag I want to be famous, or at least that's what the world seems to be following. Everyone wants to make money the easy way and not put in the effort of having actually get to the point of being lazy and making money. Some people are lucky and come from generations of wealth, others not so much. Me? Well I come from the middle, some where down the line my family were slaves and one side became wealthy and the other stayed in a loop. I as a black female am caught making sure I don't stay in that loop, so I share with the world who i am. Not for money either, just for the fact that I know there are other people out there like me, no matter what color there skin. People who want to show their art skills in many different forms. My vision is to just be me and express myself in as many different ways I can think of. For my knowledge we are on this planet for something, so why not do everything, or at least as much as you can. I want the world to know, that you don't have to be like pewdiepie or beyonce or jimi Hendricks to have validation of any kind and as a new mom I want my story told to encourage those moms that feel as if they world isn't there to help them. We are so lucky to live in this time of existence that you can upload your life just by a push of a button and someone will see it and feel it, that to me is true art. Think back to when the world didn't have phones or even records life was full of up coming artists who had true motivation because they weren't stuck behind a screen. I want to teach that again but renovate it for modern life, so that creativity is not that and you don't have to mimic someone else just because what they are doing seemed to work for them. We are not the same, if we were then life would be boring and we wouldn't have any great artwork every.
By Ayubis5 years ago in Confessions
All My Angels
All my angels whispered to me in the dawn of life, “It is time, child.” And it was. It was time to admit to myself what I already knew. It was time to admit that I had been taken advantage of by the man that was supposed to be my dad. It was obvious to me from how I held my body. As if a great challenge, it was a horror to look in the mirror. This was the burden I had carried for more than 20 years. The burden that I was scarred, bruised from head to toe, so very little to offer the big, wide world.
By Faith De Young5 years ago in Confessions
