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Algorithms of a Break Up
I’ve attempted to re-create it, if that’s the correct word. I’m not sure about the terminology. I mean, I’m trying to basically de-construct the destruction or maybe reverse-engineer it. I don’t know. I mean can an event, a past event, be reverse-engineered or de-constructed? I’m going to attempt it. I have to.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Confessions
Living Your Truth- Is Marriage For Everyone?
Everyone Loves Differently. When you think of the word, "love," what comes to mind? There is the universal, principled, love, familial, romantic, platonic... The list goes on and on but when you really stop and think of love, what is the first experience that defined your perception of love? When and how did you first experience or feel loved?
By Leah Ella5 years ago in Confessions
I am Not Your Ally
In the world of social justice, it appears that everyone is looking for an ally. Or at least they are looking to use the word ally as many times as they possibly can in a sentence. And those who want to be allies love being called allies. It seems to be a kind of badge of honour. They see it as a sign that they are on the right side of history and in the corner of the good guys. So, they crave that title of ally.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Confessions
"Falling" for Him
Meet his kids they said. It’ll be fun they said. One drunken night, my sister and my best friend stole my phone and restarted the dating app I’d been on. I’d met some creeps, and gave up on the whole “online dating thing,” but they thought I should give it another try. Of course, later that night when my phone blew up with notifications from guys on Plenty of Fish, I was irritated until this guy named Jeff messaged me.
By Melissa Atkinson5 years ago in Confessions
My hysterical work at home horror story....
So, like most people, I work at home. Gosh I'm so lucky! I get to wake up, get the kids off to school and head up to my home office. Today, being my mini Friday, I decide to go casual. Long tank top nightie it is! I'm workin’ in comfort! I sip my coffee and turn on my wax melts, throw open my windows, loving life and the smell of pumpkin spice, and the fact I work at home...all alone. Just me and my 6 doggies.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
A Flatulent Tale
Why is the “acute stress response” called the “fight-or-flight response”. It’s too polarised. Why not the “fight-or-flight-or-freeze response”? For the anxious person - this one at least - in most cases, when shit hit the fan, neither fight nor flight was my instant reaction. More often than not... I froze. But believe it or not one of the most mortifying moments in my life is also one of my proudest.
By Miguel Rodrigues Fonseca5 years ago in Confessions
Desperately Employed
Welcome to the first installment of desperately employed. Where I, you guessed it, tell you about the major failures of my job history. This is going to be a funny but wild ride about how my job history has changed my life for the better and the worst.
By Little too Much 5 years ago in Confessions
