John Smith

Joined August 2025

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Man is mortal.

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The Art of War
I bought The Art of War because I was angry. Not at the world. At myself. I was stuck in a job I secretly resented, constantly frustrated, constantly reactive. Every meeting felt like a battlefield. Every disagreement felt personal. I kept losing arguments — not out loud, but internally. I would replay conversations in my head at night, thinking of better comebacks I never said.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Geeks
Emotional Intelligence
I used to think I was a “good communicator.” Until the night I watched my own words break someone I loved. It wasn’t loud. There was no screaming. Just silence — the heavy kind that sits between two people and refuses to move.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Humans
The Most Honest Conversation I’ve Ever Had
The most honest conversation I’ve ever had started with a sentence I didn’t plan to say. “I’m not happy.” It just slipped out.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Interview
What My Parents Got Wrong — And What They Got Right
For a long time, I thought my parents got almost everything wrong. That’s dramatic, I know. But when you’re twenty-two, broke, and trying to figure out who you are, it’s easy to turn your childhood into a courtroom. Every rule becomes evidence. Every “because I said so” becomes a scar.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Families
An Unsent Letter to Someone I Lost
I still have your number saved. I don’t know why I haven’t deleted it. Maybe because deleting it would feel too final. Maybe because some small, irrational part of me still believes one day my phone will light up with your name.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Humans
why I read Banned Books
The first time I picked up a banned book, I felt like I was doing something illegal. My palms were actually sweating. It was just a paperback. No alarm wires. No secret cameras. Just a story someone, somewhere, had decided other people shouldn’t read.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Geeks
God Forbid
God forbid I admit I don’t always know what I’m doing. God forbid I stop pretending I’m fine. I learned early how to pray with clean hands,
By John Smithabout a month ago in Poets
Birds's Migration
The first time I noticed the birds leaving, I was standing in a parking lot with groceries melting in my hands and a knot in my chest I didn’t know how to name. The sky felt bigger than usual. Emptier. Like something was already missing.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Earth
Beyond Epstein
The night I stopped thinking about Epstein as a person and started thinking about him as a mirror, I couldn’t sleep. Not because of fear.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Humans
Power of Silence
The room was loud, but what scared me most was the silence I was about to create. My phone buzzed again on the table, lighting up with a name I hadn’t saved but knew by heart. I watched it vibrate itself tired, then stop. I didn’t pick it up. For the first time in a long time, I let the silence win.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Humans
Beyond Epstein
I didn’t know how to stop watching the news. It started as a quick scroll—just a check-in, like I was being responsible. Then it became a kind of hunger. A need to see the latest twist, the latest headline, the latest detail that made my stomach twist into knots.
By John Smith2 months ago in Humans
The Epstein Files
I didn’t plan to fall down the Epstein files rabbit hole. It started the way these things usually do—one headline, one late night, one uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake.
By John Smith2 months ago in Geeks