friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
The Story of Chichi: He Called Me “China”, I Called Him “Hey”
I quit my job. It’s an e-commerce sorting warehouse. Packages, packages, packages. Sorting, sorting, sorting. But there are some good memories there. There are some names that I will remember for some time. Chichi is one of them.
The Marigold
The Marigold By: Esther I. Kim She was tall and lanky, with awkward movements. The glasses she wore were from the local Target Optometrist her family had gone to for years. She wore a pink sweater and shoes from Old Navy. As she sat down to eat lunch with the other girls, she was shaking; with her lunch bag in hand.
Esther KimPublished about 21 hours ago in HumansDive Team: Billiard Babes
It’s a Sunday night and a few members of the Dive Team have gone abroad. Through the light mist of snow, we find ourselves in the bustling metropolitan area of Tahoe City. A cultural hub. On one side of the one street: a thrift store featuring pornographic posters of 80’s hunks, a theater that plays one movie a day, a soap shop, a bourgeois boutique with the name “Tipsy Gipsy”, and a candle shop. On the other side: a lake. Besides these arts and culture institutions, there were also a few electric spots where a kid could wet their whistle. And oh, did we plan on wetting our whistle.
Julia NealPublished about 22 hours ago in HumansInternational day of friendship
In some lands, it is celebrated not on July 30 but on the first day of August. In some parts of the world, this day is celebrated on the first Sunday of August.
Sita DahalPublished 3 days ago in Humans
Everlasting friendship is the best!
Looking at those three gifts this morning makes me a little nostalgic. I like colourful gifts. My friends know me quite well. They always choose gifts thoughtfully for me, so I feel like I am spoiled. Gifts for birthdays, Christmas, and other occasions. My best friends are very dear to me. I was able to see them at least once a month before the lockdown. The current lockdown restriction prevents us from visiting each other. We're supposed to attend a musical at the Sydney Opera House in September. Unfortunately, Phantom of the Opera will take place in 2022 instead of 2021 as originally planned.
Emotional Trip Down Memory Lane
About a year ago I wrote in my column about the arrival of a special gift from my catcher from back in the Babe Ruth League All-Star days. When Ron sent me the catcher’s mitt that he caught my no-hitter with it brought tears to my eyes.
roy SlezakPublished 6 days ago in HumansJenga
As Megan and I drove to game night we talked casually. Her car had an empty paper bag on the floor and an orange phone holder attached to her air vent that looked like a cartoon character. Megan had just colored her hair a deep chocolate brown. Her hair changes colors with the frequency of Ramona Flowers and I love her for it. She wears glasses that match her face and clothes that move with her body.
Christine JuppPublished 7 days ago in HumansThe Empty Lamp
Jed held his breath as long as he could. A collapse like this could send all kinds of dust, sand and grit into the air, and after years underground he didn't need any more of that in his lungs. When the crashing and clattering and reverberation stopped, Jed allowed himself to breathe through his bandana for a while as he surveyed the damage.
Isaac KimballPublished 8 days ago in Humans
16 Signs of an Ungenuine Friendship
The purpose of this post is NOT to influence readers into throwing away a friendship that could be saved. Many of these signs listed may be unintentional and/or could be resolved with a meaningful conversation.
The Question
Hers was the first stomach I ever pumped. I stood by the semiconscious teenager’s head and chanted under my breath “In with the good, out with the bad.” The unrelenting light in the Emergency Department hid nothing. With an experienced doctor walking me through it, I had inserted the tube. I snaked it through her nose and ran it all the way down into her stomach. The stomach full of a mishmash of capsules and tablets. Now I was pouring a black slurry of charcoal into the tubing, letting it rest a minute, then drawing her stomach contents out. As I look back, the interaction reminds me of a later patient. The man roused himself during what docs call a “procedure” and asked, “Who convened this satanic coven?” Who, indeed?
Diane HelentjarisPublished 8 days ago in Humans
Wedding Cake
We had met at a wedding. I had been immediately drawn to him, his open warm face, his colourful clothes, his braces that had three different types of bird printed on them, the original Latin names written under in an italic scrawl. Of course, I’d known about his history, through one of his oldest friends with whom I used to live: the wild hedonism that had trickled into addiction, the lost years, his habit of disappearing. The wedding was the first time he had seen some of his oldest friends in years. Later he would tell me how difficult this had been, how he’d practised the smile I had been so mesmerized by in the mirror over and over again, desperate to been seen as ok. I too, had been feeling a similar pressure that day, to be fun and to try and shake the feeling of being examined by those around you, a search for little cracks in the mask. Maybe that is what had drawn us to each other, we were the best ones at pretending.
The Boy with The Bunny Slippers
It was uncanny how I met a special boy in the summer of 2019. I was at a frat house party and drank way too much beer. All I did was spray paint my initials on a car, but unfortunately I did it right right in front of the cops. So of course, they arrested me for vandalism and distruction of property.
Donna HarrisPublished 10 days ago in Humans
