Shant-Knows-It-All

The Bridge [1] @shantellewrites June 28th, 2025, 9:21PM This is the scariest bridge I’ve ever crossed in my life, so I knew I’d write about it one day–while I was still on it. Before I pulled off, I selected the blue map route furthest to the right with the shortest time. Now I know, if you don’t see highway route icons, and just a blob of green, you won’t be driving anywhere near civilization. I took twists and turns onto dirt roads and was tempted to push the gas to 100, to speed by the endless corn fields and farmhouses.  As I twisted and turned down roads with no streetlamps, the sky seemed to turn black in an instant. There was no one really driving on these back roads late at night, except for what I assumed to be the occasional local. I found comfort driving behind someone who knew the way, focusing on their headlights instead of the tall menacing trees and darkness that surrounded me. Not looking up, I followed the lights about 2 cars ahead of me onto a narrow road. There’s...

  Scan 🚦 & Go 💨 @shantellewrites short reflection on Quitting a Job Day 1. May 28th, 2025, at 10:23PM (my daughter’s birthday) I ain’t even wait this time, I just let go. See the other night I typed a list of all the jobs I ever worked from the time I got my city permit to work before 16. Starting with getting fired on the very last day of camp, I continued the pattern to age 41, having worked 30 jobs and fired from 15. I changed the font color to red for the fire. This time, I made it through Day 1 training and was sent home with an appetizer of chicken nachos. They wouldn’t even let me pick my own app. I quickly saw the social structure and confirmed I was more than likely hired for my good looks and pleasant ass. Waitressing is like stripping with your clothes on. “ Don’t stiff me, Daddy. Tip me.” I never quit without a fight. I studied the training packets and made mnemonics to memorize the liquors. I scanned the menu and let ChatGPT make me an app. I spent $1 to play a...

QUICK THOUGHT: “I’LL SUCK THE SOUL OUT YOU!”   @SHANTELLEWRITES FEB 8, 2025 Reflecting on my man’s comments about why men finally settle down. FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD Genesis 2  | ADAM AND EVE 15  The Lord  God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. 16  And the Lord  God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; 17  but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.” 18  The Lord  God said, “It is not good for the man  to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” 19  Now the Lord  God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. 20  So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the w...

His Hands @shantellewrites started May 22nd, finished November 9th, 2022, My experience becoming trauma-bonded to a narcissist. “THE MOMENT YOU’VE CONVINCED SOMEONE THAT YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND HER DREAMS AND FEELINGS (THE WHOLE WORLD THAT SHE INHABITS), MENTAL AND BEHAVIORAL CHANGE BECOMES POSSIBLE, AND THE FOUNDATION FOR A BREAKTHROUGH HAS BEEN LAID.” - Chris Voss, Never Split The Difference: Negotiating as if Your Life Depended on it. His hands are what I love most about him. I’ve sat at the foot of his bed to massage his hands and his forearms from a work injury I can’t even remember right now. I doubt he remembers injury because he fearlessly approaches each day. I doubt he remembers I cared for him. I watch him wake without the anxiety, that keeps me from slumber. I don’t really sleep because I panic about waking up. He’ll quietly meditate and smoke his black before slipping into his work clothes. Well he doesn’t really slip  into them, but he puts them on fast. When he gets up...

The Magic Trick to Gratitude Lists @shantellewrites  Wednesday, April 13 2022 This is my first blog and to share it I had to overcome the fear of being wrong. I had to radically accept that I never have to be right. I plan to update previous entries and to explain why I changed my mind. Our writing–my blog and your comments–is a 2-way relationship. We play no roles because everyone we meet is a personified soul to LOVE, observe, and learn from. There are no good or bad people; no Lower Powers. I fear regret more than failure. Artwork By Shantelle Wright “I’m telling you, you got to be the shit to you. Stop waiting on a nigga to verify whether you the shit or not. If you the shit you the motherfucking shit. We tired of you getting with us and blaming us for shit we ain’t even in control of. You done got with a nigga now you talkin bout ‘You fucked up my self esteem.’ Bitch it’s called self esteem! It’s esteem  of your motherfucking self. How the fuck could I fuck up how YOU fe...