Lies And The Liars Who Spread Them

Lies And The Liars Who Spread Them

"No, I didn't. Sorry to burst that bubble, bud."

I can't stand liars.

I know I'm preaching to the choir when I say that, considering we're all one the same page here. No one likes liars. Nobody has the patience or time to deal with people who cannot be honest. Throughout my almost 21 sober years on Earth, a solid 90% of the issues I've had to deal with revolve around lies and the liars who spread them.

I don't want to come off as holier than thou. I have made countless mistakes and some of them include lying. I'm not proud of that. However, this stemmed from the prospect of being in "trouble." As a kid, and really before I became a teenager, I couldn't handle "trouble." I'd lie to prevent getting in trouble and since I'm horrendously bad at lying I gave it up real quick. I was incredibly fortunate to have been raised in an atmosphere that encouraged truthfulness and honesty. When I was honest, I wasn't met with harshness but with fondness and compassion and I am so grateful for it. I know that too many were not as fortunate as I was.

So here we are, third year in college, nearly 21 years old, and I'm still dealing with liars.

You'd think that once you escalate to college level sociability that you'd wise up and keep your mouth shut when you have nothing good or worthwhile to say.

Someone at the college I attend, who I've had to formally talk to twice, has spread a rumor that I suffered from a stroke due to the way I look. The only consensus I can come to regarding why anyone would say that is that I either intimidated him or festered his insecurities. If I did, I'd like him to let me know.

But of course, I'm never going to find that out.

Lying is a result of cowardliness.

This gentleman's life is so uneventful that he took it upon himself to spread a rumor so vile to make it seem as if he was looking out for me since I was suffering from such a horrific medical trauma. But it's completely false. Needless to say, I probably wouldn't be able to type out something like this if what he said had to be true.

Call me thin-skinned and you may be right. I can take my fair share of punches, but this is just uncalled for. What's worse is that if there's one person going through something like this, in this case myself, than there is ten. If there's ten there's one hundred... and it keeps going.

I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I also have some sympathy for those who spread these rumors, too, because there's obviously something lacking in their lives.

All I want is for people to pay it forward. Be nice. When you have nothing nice to say about someone just save your breath. Call me petty to hark on what's happened to me and again you may be very well right, but I'm using it as an example because falsehoods, lies, and rumors are a real problem for too many. We need to foster a community of truthfulness and honesty now more than ever. College, high school, life, is way too stressful to have to keep reminding people of the truth when they should know it from the get go.

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I Woke up In The Middle Of The Night To Write About My Fears, They're Worse Than The Dark

One minute I'm thinking about what I want to do after college next thing I know I'm remembering the time I tried talking to a boy and choked on my spit.


It is one of those nights when I am tired, but for some reason, I can't seem to fall asleep. So, what do I do? I pull out my laptop, and I begin to write. Who knows where it will lead. It could lead to a killer article or something that does not make sense. I mean it is almost 2 A.M. In my mind, that's pretty late.

Anyways, let's do this thing.

Like many people, thoughts seem to pile up in my head at this time. It could be anything from a time when I was younger to embarrassing stories to wondering why I am "wasting" my time somewhere to thoughts about the future. All of these things come at me like a wildfire. One minute I'm thinking about what I want to do after college next thing I know I'm remembering the time I tried talking to a boy and choked on my spit.

The thought that is going through my mind as I write this is about the future. It's about the future of my fears. Let me explain. I have multiple fears. Some of my fears I can hide pretty well, others I am terrible at hiding. My fears may seem silly to some. While others might have the same fears. Shall we start?

1. My career

I don't know where to begin with this one. For as long as I can remember, my consistent dream job has been working in the world of sports, specifically hockey. A career in sports can be and is a challenging thing. The public eye is on you constantly. A poor trade choice? Fans are angry. Your team sucks? "Fans" are threatening to cheer for someone else if you can't get your sh*t together. You can be blamed for anything and everything. Whether you are the coach, general manager, owner, it does not matter. That's terrifying to me, but for some reason, I want to work for a team.

2. My family

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Failing with my family, whether that be the family I was born into or my future family, it terrifies me. I have watched families around me fall apart and I have seen how it has affected them. Relationships have fallen apart because of it. I have heard people talk about how much they hate one of their parents because of what happened. I don't want that.

3. Time

This could be a dumb fear. I'm not sure, but I fear time. With every minute that passes, I am just another minute closer to the end. With every day that passes that I am not accomplishing goals or dreams I have, I am losing precious time. It scares me to think of something horrible like "What if I die tomorrow because of something horrific?" or even worse, "What if I don't make it through today?" It's terrible, I know.

4. Forgetting precious memories

When I was younger, I had brain surgery. It is now much harder for me to remember things. I am truly terrified that I am going to forget things I will want to hold close to me forever, but I won't be able to. I am scared I'll forget about the little things that mean a lot. I'm afraid of forgetting about old memories that may disappear. I'm worried that I'll forget about something like my wedding day. That might seem out of this world, but it's a reality for me.

5. Saying "goodbye"

I hate saying bye. It is one of my least favorite things. Saying bye, especially to people I don't know when I'll see again, is a stab in the heart for me. I love my people so much. I love being around them. I love laughing with them. Thought of never having a hello with them again scares me beyond belief.

6. Leaving places that I love

Alright, let me start off by saying this- it takes a lot for me to love a place. It has to feel like home. It has to make me feel comfortable. It has to be a place I can go to and be myself. Thankfully, I have had and still have multiple places that are like that. I have also had places I could not wait to leave. I think that's why leaving places I love is so hard and something I fear so much. I am afraid I'll never get that place "back", for lack of a better term. I guess, I'm trying to say, it's like a piece of me is leaving as well.

These six things are just the start of my fears. Some of these might seem "dumb" or "ridiculous" to you, but for me, it's my life. These are the things that I think about the most. These are the things that feel like a pit in my stomach. These six things are parts of my life that mean a lot to me.

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Take a Breath, Because Your Anxiety Doesn't Define You No More Than Anything Else Does

Having anxiety sucks. There's really no other way to put it.


Feeling yourself slowly slip away from reality and lose the ability to think straight is something no one should have to endure, yet millions of Americans have it. People from different childhoods, different memories, and different stresses all united by one common enemy: anxiety.

And that's what anxiety is, an enemy. There's a constant battle between its demons and positivity inside someone's mind. When anxiety wins, it seems like a nightmare come true at times.

It's almost impossible to describe anxiety to someone who doesn't have it. Those moments when all of the sudden you can't think straight, there's a faint buzzing in your head that grows louder and louder the more you try to tune it out, and the overwhelming desire to crawl up into a corner, turn off the lights and avoid anything and everything isn't an easy thing to communicate.

And the symptoms are different for everyone. Anxiety isn't identical from one person to the next; there are different triggers that set off a different array of emotions. For those of you who don't suffer from these attacks, please know one thing: we don't have total control over ourselves during these moments. For me, nothing makes sense in the midst of an anxiety attack. The more I try to think through everything happening in my head, the more confusion swarms my thoughts.

But, despite all of these moments where it feels like some invisible walls are crashing down around you, anxiety does not make you any less of a person. Anxiety is one piece to the complex puzzle that makes you, you. For all of the times filled with fear, anger or frustration, you can wake up the next morning a little bit a calmer with a much better frame of mind. Even though anxiety can sneak up on you at the strangest times, it makes you know that you can survive almost anything that is thrown at you.

But, no matter how many inner fights you're facing or how many anxiety attacks you've suffered, you're the same person you were yesterday and will be tomorrow. If anything, you're a little bit better because you survived another moment you thought you couldn't.

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