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!"
Journal entry #3
First day in my new apartment and I am freaking out. It is so scary but it feels so right. I want to move on with my life and get some *stuff* together. I was not in a good place a couple months ago and I knew I had to get out or else it would get worse...
The Storm A piece of ancient architecture in the form of stained glass windows and beautifully carved stone arose from the ground to mar the unparalleled view of the Mississippi River. The structure, positioned atop a hill, daunted anyone willing to visit. The old boarded up mansion kept watch over the Mississippi River. Without hesitation, our acatalectic adventure began. Prickly grass tore at our exposed skin as Briana and I steadily climbed down steep piles of rocks. Looking down the incline provided a kaleidoscopic view; every shade of green saturated the land. Occasionally, vibrant flowers shone through the shades of green like a flashlight in the darkness. A scream shattered the peaceful moral.
Soul ties or Soul lies
Growing up I was never the kid that longed for friends. I simply attended school and went with the flow of things. But yet I was never alone. Growing up the kids would flock to me because they considered me to be funny and friendly. Interestingly enough I found myself to be funny but it took me well into adult hood to really discover that about myself. Funny? Okay so if I make this little stupid joke, you'll laugh and want to be my friend? Is this how this works? Sadly enough that seemed to be the system so I never went without friends. Did I have many friends? Well, see that depended on the grade really. In middle school that transition from 5th grade to 6th grade really was a brutal reality check. At this point in my life I thought I had everything figured out, but everything I thought I knew was slowly beginning to unravel. People I once called my friend whom Id known for years suddenly became distant. People spread rumors about me, people lied on me to other friends. So my idea of what a friend looked like warped so extremely that when I met my bestfriend I vowed to not make anymore friends. When I met my bestfriend we were both in 6th grade and had two classes together, orchestra, and math. We often saw each other and smiled and waved, I knew her nothing more but as a familiar stranger. Always seeing each other around but merely engaging in short conversation seemed to fit well for us. It wasn't until the 7th grade when everything seemed to drastically change. The short conversations turned into novels about our lives and the people we were becoming. I remember thinking to myself at such a young age then, "damn I've never had a friend like this". As cliché as it sounds, I had truly felt like I met a soulmate without truly knowing what that meant at the time. Over the years I had thought that maybe I was to friendly and that, maybe that's the reason I'm attracting all these back stabbing people? But when I met my bestfriend she taught me what it truly meant to be organically myself. And she always loved me for simply being me, and always stood by me no matter what I seemed to be going through. I had never in my life met anyone that cared about me this much besides my family. And then 8th grade year came...we were both wanting to do different things with our lives and that meant different high schools. So before I graduated from my middle school I vowed to myself that I wasn't going to make anymore friends in high school. I had reached a point in my life where I had lost many "bestfriends" so I was fed up with the idea of doing it all over again, plus I knew I had met my friend for life already so I was convinced that I was all set and ready to learn, graduate, and reunite with my bestfriend. But of course that was not at all how that played out. When I got to high school it was a completely different world there. It seemed like 85% of the school knew each other already because they had all come from middle school together. Which made me even sadder to be there without my friend. But I didn't let that get in the way of my goals. This time around almost the same exact thing happened like throughout all of my years of school, people just flocked to me whether I wanted them to or not. I viewed this as a blessing and a curse, because realistically I'm a people person and I like getting to know people, but at the same time I was tired of being let down and betrayed so I became really iffy with the idea of meeting new people. But inevitably I made several friends my freshmen year and they didn't stop there. By the time I graduated I had met 4 solid bestfriends. Now I know you're probably thinking okay that isn't a lot of people and what happened to my bestfriend. But the way this all worked out is that 3/4 of these people I met were apart of that 85% I mentioned. They knew each other previously in middle school and I met the three of them separately and when they found out that they all knew me, we all collectively became bestfriends. As for the other friend, fate was completely involved with our friendship, this friend wasn't apart of that percentage but we just so happened to cross paths and the rest was history. As for my first bestfriend I introduced her to all of the friends I had met and she grew to love them as much as I did. And now fast forward were all bestfriends currently in 2021, I attend college with two of them and one is visiting us from Las Vegas. Were all in different phases of our life but we try and make it work. Next year I will be celebrating ten years of friendship with my first bestfriend, my longest friendship ever. As I reflect over the years and still continue to meet new people I value the bonds and memories I've created with these people in my life. I'm grateful to call them my friends and call on them whenever I need help. Together we've conquered so much, but our journey doesn't end here. I cant wait to see what the world has to offer each and every one of us, all I know is that nothing is breaking our iconic six, were forever solid, and I know I've found lifelong friends just for me.
To a friend
Is this my guilt? I’ve never been good with friendships. Too many moments of being treated badly, being bullied and experiencing heart-breaking betrayal; but instead of understanding that not everyone is out to get me in some way, I unknowingly (at least then unknowingly, however, now knowingly) refused to recognise the good people that came into my life. My lack of trust ruined the potential best friend connections I was desperate to have. “Wouldn’t it be great for my soul if I were to lay all the blame at the feet of those that came into my life?” I thought. “Grow up” said my soul.
Signs Your Best Friend Is a Covert Narcissist
by: E.B. Johnson Is your friendship toxic or exhausting? If you feel like this connection is one sided, it may be possible that you’re dealing with a covert narcissist. Narcissists are charming, and they know how to pinpoint our weaknesses in exceptional ways. The covert narcissist is especially dangerous and can find their way easily into our social circles. Do you feel like your friend may be a narcissist in disguise? Educate yourself, look out for the signs, and take action to protect yourself in the most conflict-free fashion that you can.
Friendship Circle Story (In Montreal)
In the early 2000s, an organization was built in the city of Montreal, Quebec, Canada, and in some cities of the United States Of America. This organization had an objective: to promote friendship and inclusion within society, even to honor a legacy of a man, a community pillar whose unconditional love and acceptance knew no boundaries: Menachem Mendel Schneerson a.k.a. The Lubavitcher Rebbe or simply called the Rebbe (1902-1994). He fostered friendship, inclusion, and acceptance, helped the poor people through a charity act called Sunday Dollars, counseled and blessed many visitors, and advocated for special needs individuals through a letter he wrote to Robert Wilkes, an assistant program director, and chairman for the regional II Council for Mental Retardation in Brooklyn, New York, the U.S.A. in 1979. The name of the organization is The Friendship Circle.
The Illegal Immigrant Song
It is a narrow two-lane road littered with potholes that run in a straight line for about two miles between to massive fruit farms. Squat brown two and three bedroom public housing units run the length of the road. Equally weathered and battered Ford Pick up trucks, all crammed full of landscaping and farm equipment line the curbs or sit derelict in the tiny driveways and front yards. A few early models Chevy Impalas, El Caminos, and Ford Rancheros, all Low Riders in beautiful candy apple colors reside proudly at strategic locations along the road.
FREEDOM SOCIAL NETWORK
With the new flood of substance evacuation and prohibiting of records having a place with right-inclining voices, both on Twitter and on Facebook, numerous clients are searching for options in contrast to those stages. An organization that was made with the guarantee of "practically absolute right to speak freely" has been drawing in the unsatisfied clients. Jabber, whose address is Gab.ai, was made as a choice to Twitter by American specialist Andrew Torba, in 2016, in the official race between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Dear Eftychia, Yesterday, I was in the waiting room of a dentist, observing the way he chose to decorate it. He has a thing with the number "2". He likes creating pairs. Two identical small tables, each with the same vase on it and with the same chair beside. Each vase had the same flower in it. The bottom shelf of each table, had a stack of magazines perfectly aligned, with not a single angle to protrude.
My Party Friends
I walked into the party like I was walking through my soul; I tipped my hat at the door, adjusted my bohemian shawl and pulled my shoulders back. I glanced around and caught a glimpse of me reflected back in an antique mirror high up on a wall. My image was serene, poised, and confident with an arty sophistication. But my lashes hid my fears.
Childhood hands curiously explore, unhindered and uninhibited. Every child’s hands both entirely alike in nature, and supremely unique. The precise experiences pressed into palms are one’s own to cherish or dismiss at will. The hungry search for expansion, newness, engagement and connection, sparks within all no matter the level of intensity. Childhood hands are the hands of an explorer, for what can a child do but learn the landscape of reality by exploring through direct touch?
Heather. 05/03/21 Written by Dynasty Redd How does she look so great in the sloppiest clothing? She shops at the thrifts. Pairs flannels with distressed jeans. Hair is always messy, but beautiful. Her desire to just dress comfy somehow catches my eye. Her beauty is timeless. How does someone put so little effort into their clothing choices, and yet still be the most unique individual in the room? There's just something so special about the 90s reject aesthetic.