I Still Sit at the Kids Table

I Still Sit at the Kids Table

I Still Sit at the Kids Table: Anxious Attachment

I don’t know how I got here, well I kinda do, and by kinda, I mean I do. Ha! As an adult, I’m still making the same relationship mistakes I did when I was a teenager. Thus, why I still sit at the kid’s table. I have a tendency,...

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I Still Sit At The Kids Table | Knapsack Contents

The contents of your Knapsack says a lot about you as a person. How is it kept? How old are the things inside of it? Is everything useful? Are there different sections for different things? Did you forget another roast beef sandwich in there? If...

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I Still Sit at the Kids Table | Are You Proud of Me?

The relationship between a child and their parents, for the most part, establishes their quirks, habits, and personality for the rest of their lives. Sometimes, when a parent doesn’t positively reinforce a child or is disengaged, it leaves...

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I Still Sit at the Kids Table | Safe Places

If you’re like me, then you’re always looking for quick ways out of social situations. When I go to a movie that I know will be busy, even though I get there first, I’ll sit in a corner on the side, just so no one comes near me....

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I Still Sit at the Kids Table | I’m No David Lynch

I used to walk down the streets and imagine myself doing god knows what at all hours of the night. In my mind, I’d show up to work the following day and barely be able to keep my eyes open. I’d get yelled at for being a slacker. I was...

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The Narcissist Combat Handbook | Introduction

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