Friendship
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later. Top Story - December 2022.
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
By Kelsey O'Malley3 years ago in Confessions
Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 1: The Sperm Donor My favorite quote from one of my favorite books is “We all create stories to protect ourselves” It comes from a book I found whilst finishing up high school. I found this book, due to a singer I had been a fan of since middle school, named POE. This will all make sense, I promise you. My fingers may or may not be crossed as I type any of these promises. As I am sure you are conscious of how the ADHD/Depressed brain is concocted. Welcome to the Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind.
By Amber De’Ann3 years ago in Confessions
Some More Thoughts On My Writing Difficulties
Introduction Although I publish a lot on Vocal I do have difficulties in writing, and this generates a lot of anxiety in me. I am lucky enough to be able to pull ideas and subjects almost out of the ether, to actually create a Vocal story, while I never seem to hit a writer's block I do seem to continually have the anxiety that goes with that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Sappy Movies and Sad Memories
When I hear the phrase “holiday hijinks”, I think of classic Christmas movies in which the holiday turns out alright despite whatever setbacks may happen. The Grinch steals all the Whos’ stuff but ultimately learns the true meaning of Christmas. Rudolph finally earns the approval of the society that shunned him when he helps Santa Claus deliver the presents on Christmas Eve. Ralphie Parker is rewarded for the various shenanigans he endured throughout the holiday season with the BB gun he wanted. Even in my all-time least favorite holiday movie The Christmas Shoes, two of the main characters lose a mother during the Christmas season, but one is able to help the other.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Confessions
An Evening In Paris
One of the highlights of my MBA in LBS was the MBAT trip. I should probably explain what the TLA - three-lettered acronym mean: MBA - Masters in Business Administration, LBS - London Business School and MBAT - Masters in Business Administration Tournament. MBAT is a fancy excuse to get drunk disguised as a sports tournament between MBA schools.
By Anu Sundaram3 years ago in Confessions
Speed
Introduction This is about a lot of things about me that make me too much for most people. My Faults I talk too fast, I talk too much, I write too fast and I write and publish too much, so some people ignore everything I do. I understand this, some creators just seem to be always posting something and eventually you think “I’ve had enough”.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
My Unreasonable Jealousy
Introduction Over the past couple of weeks I have been seeing a lot of members of Vocal+Plus Assist getting Top Stories on Vocal, often multiple ones close together. I am over the moon for the people I know and maybe slightly peeved about others who are “Vocal Favourites” who seem to get Top Stories because of who they are but that is probably due to my own personal tastes. We can’t like everything and we don’t have time to read everything.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Meet Zissa, My Personal Demon.
Last month I turned 39 years old and I was hoping things would magically change for the better. Unfortunately, being a step away from 40 has led to MORE self-doubt and insecurities. I feel as awkward as I did at fifteen. Twenty-five-year-old me provides reminders that I have lived fifteen years with a chronic mental illness diagnosis that has always delineated my life. The current version sees how weathered I am and still doesn’t know what the hell I’m doing besides surviving one day at a time. This leaves little time to focus on the future.
By CMMO3 years ago in Confessions
