Stream of Consciousness
I Am The Laziest Vocal Creator. Content Warning.
Introduction Every piece I write that is less than six hundred words makes me feel that I am the laziest of all Vocal Creators. The music is "Lazyitis" by The Happy Mondays. Appropriate? I think so.
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Emotional Intelligence (EI)
Emotional Intelligence (EI) Many of us are familiar with IQ (Intelligence Quotient), the result of a battery of tests used to gauge intellectual intelligence. Better cognitive talents, which include the capacity for learning and understanding, are indicated by higher IQ scores, and those with higher IQs are more likely to succeed in academic settings without putting in the same amount of mental work as those with lower IQ scores.
By Ibrahim Mshelia2 years ago in Confessions
Good Luck Next Time
I take the motorbike down to the beach. I decide against the paid parking spot and go further down to where the locals go, Iām a local after all. On the way I thought a Coca-Cola would suffice to defeat the pit of guilt for an angered night that burned alongside a steady, scattered hangover. Thereās a little restaurant there thatās overpriced and sells those āIāve been to Asiaā type tourist meals that people flock to. Theyāre fixing the side of the restaurant and the aqua blue tin sheeting has been pulled off and theyāre using a drill to reconnect it. I remember that I, too, know how to complete such a task. I walked to the sand and seated myself on a red, leather cushioned lounge chair parked under a large umbrella, along a line of red, leather cushioned lounge chairs parked under umbrellas. Itās satisfying enough. I remember how my ex-girlfriend - the woman I asked to marry me and was engaged to for a short period - used to require sculling a can of coke as a means of curing a hangover. I remember my sister saying the same thing just a few days ago. I remember that my Mum loved Coca-Cola in a can too. Before she passed, after Iād finished a long day at work and finished all of our grocery shopping, being sure to bring home the coke that she asked for, she sent me back to the supermarket to exchange the Coca-Cola bottle for a can. She always preferred it in cans - nay, required it in cans. I sipped away before agreeing and sculling, thinking maybe it will help. āHi sir, you want something to drink?ā I knew what was coming. āNo ChĆ cĆ”m Ę”n. Oh I canāt sit here? Ahhh..ā
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
10,000 photos and a whole box of journals
What aspirations for 2024 matter more than peace and love? I'll admit, I use Vocal as a sounding block mostly and in difficult times barely at all. I work hard to craft my stories in a way that I can get my mental health in order as I build out the parameters of the challenges I enter. The Challenges are certainly what keeps me hanging on.
By Abbey June Schwartz2 years ago in Confessions
King of the Forgotten Land
It'll fuck you up, but it'll make you king of the forgotten land. That fucking bottle, the financial cost was at an all time low of three dollars. I don't know who told you that red wine was for the finer folk in society, but they were wrong. Sure, I mean believe it or not I've paid more than twenty dollars for the odd bottle of grape juice, the taste is phenomenal when you throw an extra buck on it, but the feelings all the same. Once, maybe twice I drank it in moderation, what an absolute bore it was. Sipping away like a happy little chap with a ticket to the chocolate factory, pretending I'm a superior human being, spitting on the bums with their disgusting clothes who perched next to garbage among the vermin. No no, not me. I knew what I was when I drank red wine. I was the vermin who lurked in the rotten alleyways and peered through blind eyes at the golden glow above, the golden glow filled with frocks and frills that caused me to shake with fury. How dare you have more than I, how dare you dress so clean so fresh and never have lived a life as I. You don't know what it's all about. You've not the slightest idea of what it means to be alive, to be human. See when I drank red wine, it wasn't to be used as a numbing agent to suppress the horror story that is life; it was to encourage that feeling, to put a heavy emphasis on the depressive nature of existing; to feel the beautiful, relentless truth of our society. Everything would come rushing in, and with tears streaming down my face I'd drift away to the songs of the other lost souls; Social Distortion, Days n Daze, Johnny Cash.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
Plans for 2024
This path I've been on for the last handful of years has not been quick or easy. Up until the Pandemic reared its ugly head, I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. To be honest, I didn't have much of a life at all: I was on the cusp of my thirties while still clinging fast to my twenties, nowhere near ready to let go, and stuck in a job that caused me so much stress and anxiety I wanted to throw up when I woke up every morning. I had lived nearly a third of my life, but I hadn't really ālived", and I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. In a way, the Covid-19 Pandemic was kind of a Godsend for me, because if it hadn't happened, I'd still most likely be in that miserable place physically and emotionally.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Confessions
My Year of Strength and Stability
I have always been one to have many goals and dreams. I have a million and one hobbies and a dream for every single one. From writing and reading to painting and drawing to pole-dancing and gymming to baking and volunteering, I have so many interests and passions that it's hard to keep track. And the dreams: I have a dream to hang a painting in an art exhibit, to publish a novel and to finally figure out how to bake scones (the last hold out) without burning them.
By Jaimie2 years ago in Confessions
The Sun and The Shift
Something is shifting inside me, inside my consciousness or in the place my self-awareness lives, or my self-esteem. Maybe the shift is wrapped in self-love or self-confidence. Iāve been exploring timeline shifts, quantum leaps, and the idea that every version of ourselves already exists, so that if we just visualize our future selves in the future house/clothes/career/whatever, we can shift our entire trajectory just by placing ourselves in the exact circumstances we want to be in in our minds. So maybe itās that. Maybe Iām feeling different because I am mid-shift.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Confessions
Am I Not Miserable Enough?
Introduction I think I have touched this several times, and, as always I can take a sentence and turn it into a few hundred words of ideas to take people on a guided tour of what is going on inside my head (though some would say not very much).
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Things we do for family
I was living in San Francisco, I had a job. I was humbled with a place to call home and on top of it I got to bring my dog to work, and on the weekends we go on hikes and road trips, I was living life to the fullest and couldnāt complain. My background is complicated. It's a life no one can really comprehend and even if I donāt want to admit it my background will always be with me wherever I go. I am married but once upon a time I had to flee for my life it was no fun no jk the abuse got to much for me, 6 months later he kills a drug dealer, yes he was battling mental health issues but that drug dealer could of been me, so I am blessed to still be here today and he is serving life in prison 45 years. I am still married to him because I feel I need to be there for my mother in law who is devastated that her son committed murder 1st degree. Because once I break the tie with a divorce she will no longer be family and as long as she needs me I will be here for her as I am truly devastated that my marriage ended up so chaotic as he was my one and only true love. I have not been in a relationship for 16 years and I'm turning 42 this year. It's kind of sad, but in my upbringing I was taught to care for others and that I wasnāt as important as long as other people who needed me were happy. So thatās my complicated background and even if I was couple of states over I always kept in touch with my mother in law, but the older she got she has come to a point where she needs family in her life or she will end it, of course itās not something she says but itās the actions she has taken in the past that worries me so how can I be there for her if she needs more than a phone call? That is when I decided the best course of action was to go on leave at my job but didnāt qualify so got fired instead. So me and my dog moved from the west to midwest and itās scary because the west Bay area only has 3 seasons no snow, and itās been 10 years since I experienced a cold snowy winter and it scares me to because when in a earthquake you can protect yourself, but here in midwest if thereās a tornado I have nowhere to go nowhere to protect myself from it and that scares the life out of me. On top of that my body canāt handle the cold. I become easily immobilized so itās harder for me to function but I am here because of my family, mother in law needs me. So, the things we do for our family like picking up moving half way cross country itās okay because at the end of the day I know itās temporary. When I know she is good I can move back to the west. Point with this article is to share with you that you are not alone, because the things we do for love and family for us itās worth it as itās feeding our hearts with good. And even if we may not like the hassle or complication we can always remind ourselves that itās just temporary. If we are young we have a whole life to live while our elders may not have that long as we do. If I can make someone's day I will and family is everything regardless of your situation.
By Carolyna The Rambler2 years ago in Confessions
