Humanity
Beautiful, Unique, Red Head
Growing up with red hair automatically made me an outcast. It made me a target for mockery and the butt of seemingly endless jokes. In school, I had to withstand many of the infamous nicknames for redheads. "Carrot Top", "Redheaded stepchild", and later in teenage years, "FireCrotch". On a couple of occasions, I had to deal with a couple of rude guys asking if the "carpet matched the drapes". Let's face it. Us Redheads don't have it easy.
By kasey gresham4 years ago in Confessions
Paradise
And here I was, just sitting by the sea. Listening to the ocean, the rustling of the trees. Absolute freedom, feeling nothing but peace. After all the hurt, all the suffering, all the times I never thought I’d get to live, I’m finally here. I took my life back, took back my freedom. The sky’s so blue, the water cool but warm at the same time. Healing me, washing away all the turmoil. The big gum trees providing so much more than just shade, giving life and telling their stories through the rustling of their big leaves. I never thought I’d get here, never thought it was possible. I still always held onto a positive outlook. I always strived for better but so many hurdles presented themselves, so many roadblocks but I pushed through. I was optimistic of the future, my future. To help, to teach, to serve. After all the heartache and abuse, I wanted nothing more then to do better and be better then them. The evil, the nasty, the corrupted. I wanted paradise, I deserved paradise. So I fought. I fought for life, for my future, for their future, the children, the innocent. Losing my home, my belongings, living in a cardboard box, or on a bench or in a car was nothing compared to what I’d already been through. It was a stepping stone to my bliss. It was what it was. A test, a war, a lesson to be learnt, so others would learn, so others would listen and didn’t follow the steps of the sick and deranged. Everyday I’m working for better. Everyday I’m striving for peace and for love. To instill humanity, empathy honour in those that are lost. To help the forgotten, the unloved. I was lost, I was forgotten and there was no one, no one came running when they heard the cries, no one spoke up against their lies. Sitting in their little bubbles, their corrupted lives. So I knew I had to fight. I had to do what was right. To take away the darkness and turn it into light. And slowly but surely they listened and they learned. They wanted better. They wanted to be good. So I guess my sufferings weren’t all for nothing, as I’m helping, I’m teaching, I’m serving, I’m loving and now they follow. They see what’s right, what’s good. They’ll help the forgotten, they’ll do what they should. I never heard any sorries or got any revenge, I never took any violence into my own hands. I just moved forward, moved on, always aiming for that bliss, my paradise. Knowing I was strong enough to persevere, to fight through it. Knowing I had to or it would just get worse. I had to push through, so I could show them, so they knew. And now here I am, sitting by the sea. Taking it all in, able to be free. Travelling and seeing the world, so many beautiful places to see. Finally able to be me. Meeting the most humblest of souls, the most kindest of people, living by the sea, in amongst the trees. I can now say I love my life, I am now free. No more shackles, no longer on my knees. Just sitting by the sea, under the trees. Reading and singing, watching the waves crash, so rough yet so gentle. I love my life finally, filled with love and friends and new happy memories. But I had to fight, I had to fight for me, for them, for us so we can all be free. Free to live by the sea. I finally have my paradise, my forever bliss. My past I will never miss
By Ariel Horne4 years ago in Confessions
A society of paradoxes
We glamorize the wealthy lifestyle where more is better, yet we praise minimalism. We engage in overconsumption, whether it’s for material things or food, yet we criticize corpulence and try to make everyone fit the ideal size zero, imposing on everyone the perfect parameters, forgetting that our bodies are as different and unique as each of us.
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Confessions
Joseph Wayne Evans And His Involvement In The Steven Avery Case
Many people who have followed Making a Murderer also know that Joseph Wayne Evans is a convicted murderer who not long after the debut of Making a Murderer on Netflix on December 15, 2015. Here is an imgur link to the first two letters-one is dated August 2016. https://imgur.com/a/KRZkp These letters are to simply put it bizarre and are packed full of weird and outrageous claims. It may be hard for some to believe that these letters were used for many months on social media platforms by the small group of devout guilt supporters as evidence against Steven and Brendan. Surprising to this group but not to the rest of the world when a supporter for Steven, Brendan and Teresa announced a $100,000.00 reward for information leading to the killer of Teresa Halbach Evans did a complete about face and decided to confess to th killing of Teresa and the framing of Steven Avery.
By SunshineChristina4 years ago in Confessions
Another New York Story
I woke up early today to make my way downtown to a job interview. It’s a teaching gig for a preschool. Over the phone only two days ago I seemed to have really impressed the person who was hiring. She told me “wow, you seem awesome!” I was scheduled to meet her in Battery Park at 10 a.m. I live in East Harlem now, so that was no small commute. It would require about 45 minutes to take the Q train to Times Square, transfer to the 2 train, then walk about 15 minutes from Chambers Street. I just moved here about two weeks ago and working in the city is new to me, but “this is the New York city experience,” I tell myself. I get stress-stomach aches so I try to keep myself calm. Relax. I’m qualified for this job, there’s no reason to be so nervous. I make myself some oatmeal and notice I have just enough time to run to the Q train entrance on 96th and 2nd. For some reason my lock is fighting me on the way out, which is weird, I haven’t had any problems with my door before. I finally manage to get the key to turn and I head downstairs with my acoustic guitar and a water bottle. Of course, when I get there I hear that there’s delays today because of a signalling error at Times Square station. “Oh well,” I think to myself, “this is the New York City experience.” Finally, the train comes. It’s not too crowded and I manage to find a seat. The train ride is pretty uneventful. I put in my earbuds and listen to some music as I think about my upcoming interview and hope I’ll still get there early. My transfer at Times Square arrives and once again I am able to secure a seat. Chambers Street. I’m familiar with this area because I attend school all the way downtown. I’ve passed this stop dozens of times, but this is my first time actually getting off at it.
By JMFT MEDIA4 years ago in Confessions
What Are Micro-Aggressions?
The 1st time I encountered a situation that involved micro-aggressions was, well to be honest I wasn't really that offended. See I am white and had grown up in a white family in the late 80's & 90's where a lot of my extended family where openly racist, I mean it wasn't like they had confederate flags in their basements but the saying,
By Laurie Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
Education & Self-Improvement
Had you asked me a year ago where would I be today, the answer would be that I’d still be working at Section 8. A year ago I had no intentions of taking my writing seriously. Podcasting was not a serious thought in my mind a year ago I was a struggling single mother. A receptionist at a job I hated honestly. I had worked hard to rise in the ranks in hospitality, to lose it all and end up working at Section 8? What I didn’t lose was my education. My name is Diana and I am a high school drop out. Something within me still sought education. I got my GED and I have always loved writing but never took it beyond my journals. I have always led a wild life, despite the wildness I pursued education. I went to college to become a Nurse, then got pregnant. The struggle was real so I had to give up that dream. Now with child I had to what I had to do in my mind to get by and in my mind that meant Stripping (Exotic Dancing and then some) I was introduced to this life by my son’s father. In looking back as that life is behind me and I am well now after many years of therapy and baptized born again as of 2017. I cannot believe that was actually me. I ok’d trauma my whole life but no more since the knowledge of my father’s murder. Since I stopped ok’ing trauma my blessings began. It took many years of hard work and I am proud that I continued pursuing my education despite the madness in my life and can say this.. they can take your money, your job and even your child. But they can never take away your education and that is the biggest flex. In 2015 I began a relationship with someone who I thought cared about me, he may have cared but he genuinely cared more about himself, his cars,his house and his image more than me. I was in a manipulative relationship or Karmic Relationship. Through this relationship I lost a very good job and my zeal for hospitality. However it is through this relationship that I found God so I have no regrets. After losing my hospitality job I couldn’t land a decent job so I went back to school and in 2017 got on the deanslist at Berkeley College for Healthcare Administration. That relationship failed and thank God it did. I have always wanted a loving family life and thought if I subject myself I would get what I want. Wrong. Manipulators take they don’t give. Manipulators control, they don’t give. They will do things to “help” but you will never get what you want. This relationship was a learning lesson in all that I do not want. I do no regret this Karmic Relationship as it showed me all the ugly and dark parts of me and my so called family. I am grateful I never gave up on education despite the madness. John 16:13 says this, Once you give your life to God the Holy Spirit will guide you to the truth. My whole life I mourned my father. I could not speak of him without breaking down. I never got a chance to be with my father, I was only one year old when he was murdered and all I knew was that he paid for my mother to get her tubes untied and that I was a product of an affair. My father left us money and my mother collected our Social Security Survivors benefits for herself. Sure we were “spoiled” coming up but with our own money that’s not really spoiling someone darling but to the tune of $108,000? No never happened. No reason I should have experienced homelessness nor pay for my own education. Now that I know everything on my father’s murder I am proud that I never gave up on education and I am most proud that I decided to take the dip and get baptized in 2017. Through the grace of God I was guided to the truth and I have had to make life changes as a result. There have been difficulties in making these life changes but the blessings are greater than my difficulties. We applied for a Trademark in the production of Podcasts, entertainment and the list goes on in what we will be doing in the future. I have done this with the help of children only, so it has all been funded by me. I am back in the Hospitality industry and I am sharing our story which makes me happy. I know one day my Podcasting and writings will lead me to the big screen which is why I say this, never give up on education and never give up on your dreams under any circumstances. Never. You will be blessed, guaranteed as it happened to me. We were recently ranked 33% in the self-improvement category in Azerbaijan! I do not know much about this country except that it’s between Asia & Europe and I say, THANK YOU! I know our hard work will pay off one day. Sharing our story in healing naturally from trauma is really important for me especially for our youth. I do not want children following my footsteps in temptation. I want little girls to know just how powerful they really are and through seeking an education and God I was able to not only solve my father’s murder mystery but also start a production company! If I can do this, so can you! Shout out to the kids helping me! Mia Isabella, you are my reason. Never change who you are, thank you for being you as it has motivated me not to fail but to succeed in gigantic proportions. I do this all for you! You are so special baby, one day I will write a book just about you. You’re my Angel here on Earth and I thank God for you every day. My son Gabe, co-hosts with me on The Vibe Podcast at times and he’s also hosted on his own. You are talented Gabe and have become my protector. I am so proud of you, thank you for being there for me in my darkest time. God bless you always! To Mulan Sang, currently working on our logo, I thank you. I haven’t told you yet but you are most definitely part of the vibe! You are a talented artist and you will go far in this world. I pray that all your wishes and dreams come true! Our logo is turning out beautifully and it’s all thanks to you. God bless you always! This logo will open the door to amazing opportunities and I hope we can do lots together as this company grows. I could not have done it without these children and this is why I say never give up on Education & Self-Improvement.
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
This Is Why I Sleep 10 Hours A Day And Instantly Feel “Sexier”
“What is your favourite time of the day?” “Bedtime!” I am a long sleeper. Always was. When I was a teenager, my mother just could not wake me up in time to go to school. Don’t get me wrong, I loved school — I just could not and would not wake up in time.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Taylor Swifts know us all too well
I don’t know how your weekend went, but mine went swiftly (pun intended). If you haven’t heard Taylor Swift rereleased her RED album with a 14-minute music video for the song ‘All too well’ starring Dylan O’Brian and Sadie Sink. This song narrates her past relationship with Jake Gyllenhaal. She effortlessly made the details rhyme to a tee, lyrically. Every 20 to 30-year-old lady on the planet went into an emotional spiral. Wine sales probably went up, as these ladies willingly reminiscence past wounds brought by their past lovers. Some of them are probably thankful to have had those pains so they can sing along the songs with more conviction – I know I did. There is just something so satisfying about singing a break up song with a wine glass on hand especially when you have already fully recovered from it.
By Rachelle De Leon4 years ago in Confessions
