Success, Love And Fear

In the fourth grade we used to have to keep a weekly journal. Most of the time the teacher gave us topics that he wanted us to write about. But every now and then we got a treat with creative writing and we could write anything we wanted as long as it was in a short story form. All of us got excited to be able to write about whatever it was we wanted.  It was close to Halloween when we got treated with one of those special and I was stoked. I wanted to write a scary story, because well it was close to Halloween which is my favorite holiday; but  even at that age I had a thing about sticking with a theme of things. And I had the perfect inspiration. I used to have this reoccurring nightmare where these flesh stripped hands would pop up out of the floor to try and grab my ankle which forced me to walk around my house like it was a game of the floor is hot lava. The dream itself was always very vivid but lacked enough story to see a pattern as to what caused them in the first pla...

  Despite how socially inept I can be most of the time, I have always enjoyed trying to make someone's day a little brighter or just in general helping them. Granted I do have a mother hen mode that is hard to turn off sometimes, especially if it concerns those I love. But I know what it's like to be having a shitty day and someone that cares about you comes along and try's to make you feel better by simply offering to let you bite their nipple to get your anger and frustration out.... Don't ask, we were 15 and it was a stupid, awkward situation at the time because I liked the guy. 😂   But the moral of this story is that he did make me feel better. He made me feel awkward as shit; but he also made me laugh. And at the time it made me forget my worries. From there I was able to direct the situation I was in a lot better then I was before. And let me tell you it was a great feeling. So if I can do that for another person, I will. To be honest, it gives me purpose.    ...