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Even as a kid, I never bought into Santa Claus. Not for a second. The whole thing felt off to me—illogical and honestly a little disturbing. A man who watches you while you sleep, keeps tabs on you all year long, judges your behavior, and decides your worth based on whether you’re “naughty or nice”? And somehow this same guy fits his fat body down a chimney to deliver presents? Nope. That story never sat right with me. And the proof was right there every Christmas morning. Ev

Tonight, something unexpected happened. While going through old family photos, I came across a picture of myself from around 1985 — a kid in a blue coat and red pants. I’ve seen old photos before, but this one stopped me. I didn’t analyze it. I didn’t joke about it. I just sat with it. And for the first time in years, I said something to that kid that I didn’t realize I had been withholding from myself: “I love you.” Not because  of what you’ll become.Not in spite  of what yo

I was reminiscing about 1995, and two songs instantly pulled me back to some really great memories. One is “Dark Horse”  by Amanda Marshall, and the other is “Good Intentions”  by Toad the Wet Sprocket. Even now, “Dark Horse”  still gives me goosebumps every time I hear it—it carries the same emotional weight it did back then.

Back in 2005, I was flown to Atlanta, Georgia—partly to get out of town, partly to escape my own head. One night, I ended up at a strip club. I paid for a lap dance from a woman who was stunning, but what stayed with me had nothing to do with the dance. Afterward, we sat at a small table off to the side, casually sipping our drinks. It was a strange and almost surreal setting. She was completely nude, yet what followed was one of the most human conversations I’ve ever had. Th

🌐 A Few Things About LinkedIn Nobody Talks About (but we all secretly know) Let’s be honest for a minute… There are parts of LinkedIn that nobody says out loud, but everybody quietly nods at like,“Yep… that’s 100% true.” Here are a few: 1️⃣ Your comments get more views than your posts. You can spend 2 hours writing the perfect post…or write one smart sentence under someone else’s post and reach 20,000 people.LinkedIn is weird like that. 2️⃣ Recruiters absolutely look at you

🔹 1. Life is like a vending machine… Sometimes you do everything right and still get nothing back. Other times you get lucky and it drops two snacks for the price of one. 🔹 2. Life is like Wi-Fi… Strong one day, weak the next, and half the time you’re walking around the house trying to reconnect to something that should’ve worked already. 🔹 3. Life is like laundry… No matter how many times you think you’ve got it all sorted out, something always bleeds into the wrong pile.

So here’s the thing I’ve noticed in my life: all it takes is one tiny disagreement with someone, and poof —friendship gone. Years ago, I snapped at a friend. Not my finest moment. She dropped me faster than a bad diaper. I apologized, thinking we’d be fine. Were we fine? Of course not. Why would life be that simple? Fast-forward seventeen years—yes, seventeen . I reach out on Facebook with a nice grown-up apology. She responds, says everything’s cool. We even have a phone cal

I’ve always found it interesting that many job applications ask if you “consent” to a background check. The word consent  makes it sound like you have a choice. But in reality, if you click “no,” your application usually isn’t considered any further. So let’s be honest — it’s not really consent, it’s forced consent . The company legally needs your permission to run the check (that’s why they ask), but they also make it a condition of being hired. You can refuse, sure. But ref

I was sitting at Bubba’s 33 when I overheard a couple get into a small, yet intense argument over the tip. They had just finished one small pepperoni pizza, one Coke, and a cup of water. Their bill came to $15.24. While the wife got up to go to the restroom, the husband handed the server a $20 bill and said, “Keep the change.” When the wife returned, ready to leave, she asked, “Did you already tip the server?” “Yeah,” he replied. Then, without missing a beat, he asked her, “D

Back when I was driving a taxi, I picked up a stripper after her club had closed for the night. Big-breasted woman with long brown hair. I asked how she was doing and where she was headed. She climbed into the cab and, right off the bat, started in with her hard-luck stories. “I didn’t make that much tonight, and shit for tips,” she said. “I’m staying over in that hotel off (name of street), and I pay by the week to stay there. My boyfriend broke up with me two weeks ago. My

Back in 2002, I did something real smart — I walked into an adult video store. Yeah. Me. Class act. I probably had no business being there, but hey… curiosity’s a powerful thing. Curiosity built the cat — then sent it to confession. Soon as I walk in, BAM! I get hit with a smell I still can’t identify to this day. It wasn’t bad — but it wasn’t good either. It was like incense, old carpet, and… guilt. You know that smell? “Sin No. 9 — by Glade.” So I’m walking around, trying t

About five years ago, I worked with a guy who was training to become an airline pilot. At the time, he was working on earning his engine certifications, and though I didn’t know much about aviation, I remember him talking endlessly about flight school and the technical side of flying. What really stood out, though, wasn’t his talk about aircraft—it was the steady stream of women who came by to see him. Practically every day, a different girl would show up. I finally asked him

Language is a vibrant part of our lives, constantly changing and adapting to reflect our culture, history, and everyday experiences. Among the many intriguing elements of language are the idioms and slang phrases we use regularly. One particularly interesting phrase is "an arm and a leg." Have you ever wondered about its origins? As we examine the background of this and other common phrases, we unveil the captivating stories behind the language we use every day. The Meaning B

Back in 2005, I was driving a taxi — you know, before Uber made everyone think they were their own boss with a Prius and a phone app. One afternoon, my onboard computer lights up — a ride request. Some lady needs a lift to work at Church’s Chicken. Now, I’m just a few blocks away, so I think, Easy money.  I pull up to the house, and out comes this woman like a wet hornet — mean, mad, and already mid-argument with life itself. She hops in my cab and lights me up before I can e

If you’re on someone else’s platform—like Facebook—they have complete authority to remove your content or posts at any time. When I got banned for absolutely no reason over a simple video of me playing piano to Madonna’s classic song “Like a Virgin,” I was stunned. Overnight, Facebook permanently disabled my account. I submitted an appeal hoping to salvage it, but within ten minutes, the AI system responded, informing me my account was permanently disabled. After that, severa