Friendship
Relationships: next level
When you first start dating, you get that rush of excitement— a tingly feeling in your stomach, and you can’t seem to stop smiling. You make time for each other, put in that extra effort to make the other person like you even more; planning your outfits, searching for cute date ideas, taking the best selfie you could possibly ever have and post it all over your social media. You might also remember even the tiniest details like how they like their coffee so you can order it for them, their go-to lunch order or what they like to do in their leisure time.
By Trish5 years ago in Confessions
Nobody knows, but Romeo's on the Spectrum
TW: Suicide Two households, both alike in dignity. Along the fair Saskatchewan Prairies, we lay our scene. It’s not as flat as they say, you just have to go north. But it’s in the flat south where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the woes of adolescence, a pair of star-crossed lovers offer up their lives. Amongst pleas, the adults have heard enough. With his death, Romeo hopes to bury the strife. A fearful passage of death-marked love and the continuance of rage – which but marked their children’s end, naught could remove. What here was missed, my toil shall strive to mend it in the impending passages.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Andi
He felt the world had gone mad somewhere, somehow. It was hot today, and the horse flies were biting. But, it seemed it was always hot now. And when it wasn’t hot, it was a hurricane, or tornado, or rabid bat migration or unforseen proportions. He had dreamt last night, and he usually didn’t. This was something he would bring up at long expired dinner conversations to a response of, ‘well, you just don’t remember them.’ He’d always casually agree, but suddenly and silently disagree. He never dreamt, he was sure of it. That’s why last night meant so much, because she was there. Andi: five foot three, slender with flamboyant -natural- red hair. She was smiling. It was the honest smile the same way he remembered it. They were on the mountainside that he had taken her camping all those years ago and the sun was setting. The cacti around cast a calm shadow and the breeze blew steady. They hugged.
By Raisin Brazon5 years ago in Confessions
My Friend's Idea
“I feel ridiculous; I can’t do this,” I laugh. Marcus just shakes his head over the discord call and encourages me to try again. The lines on the paper I’m supposed to be reading sound silly when I say them. Every time I play the tracks of what I have just recorded, I cringe.
By Jessie Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY…
The Grand Valley days. Oh; to be “young” (at turning 24 the next day) and in love (with an unrequited something) again! I had met (did I call her “Racquel” or something in “The Bachelor” story? Yeah; we’ll call her “Racquel” here) my second semester at GV. We were part of the same Campus Ministry Spring Break Trip (“Campus Ministry” girls were, by default, slightly more humble and kinder; and we already had at least one common factor to share). We would go to Sarasota to help repair “Habitat For Humanity” Houses (“Helping build houses helps build bonds.”)
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Social Anxiety Is My Worst Enemy
I am often amazed at just how good my brain is at convincing me -- often without any evidence whatsoever -- that the people around me Do Not Like Me. It’s a regular occurrence, even with people I’ve known and been close with for years. I’ll wake up one day and suddenly think that the friends I talk to every day want nothing to do with me or that my family only tolerates me out of obligation. Friends will make plans that don’t involve me and almost immediately I am convinced it means they are trying to get rid of me. I’m aware of how absolutely irrational this all is, but that never seems to stop the powerful intrusive thoughts from forcing their way to the front of my mind.
By Kelsey Clarey5 years ago in Confessions
Voided Cavern
It is strange to be surrounded by so many friends and yet feel so lonely. It was not that the fact that there wasn’t any common interest. We all took the Same classes and was given the same assignments. However it just felt like it was never enough. Was this how Princess Kaguya felt when she took one look at the moon? Or am I doomed to be alone forever searching to fill this impossible black void I feel within my own heart?
By Valkyrie Yun5 years ago in Confessions
Always Out of Place
How do I even begin? As someone who has grown up with a parent with a severe mental disorder, such as schizophrenia, feeling like an oddball is a common occurrence. I've never really felt like I fit in anywhere until I met one of my best friends.
By Lelani Tomanogi5 years ago in Confessions
When The Friendzone Feels More Like an Enemy Zone
It seems like everyone is familiar with the term ‘friend zone’, but there is no term for the aftermath. No, I’m not talking about the emotional toll on the person who ends up in the friend zone, I’m referring to the person who did the friend-zoning. The person put in this situation is usually a female, and she’s often viewed negatively after explaining that she just wants to be friends. Often, the person who’s been friend-zoned will complain that the ‘zoner’ wasted their time or lead them on, but wasn’t that ‘friend’ also leading them on? After all, they pretended to be someone’s friend for the sole purpose of dating them and now they want nothing more to do with them.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
Befitting Designs
A click of a send button isn’t satisfying to me anymore. I strive to connect with more than just my WIFI. In this time of social isolation where travel has not been possible, it has been my dream to continue to expand my horizons and learn about other cultures while forming authentic friendships with others. Due to the fact I am still at a mere age of 20 years old, this was important to me. I wasn’t sure how it would be possible, since at the time, I could barely experience anything beyond the walls of my house. Pragmatic communication has always been something I have valued and it is disappointing that a majority of text messages I receive are careless. No one seems to bother correcting errors and anything beyond an abbreviation is few and far between. Instant gratification and convenience have engulfed our world's connections and communication with one another. I have always pondered on how different life was for those many years ago who didn't have access to technology. Instant gratification in communicating was non-existent back then. Mindful letters would have to be written and the recipients would have to wait. The waiting time allows for thoughts to race, serving as an excitement period. It is an unfortunate fact that not too many people nowadays have experienced that. Letters are quintessential for human expression. That is when my search for a penpal began.
By Lauren Cassar5 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
