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!"
Over Obsessive Thoughts?
Drawing from personal experiences, it's apparent that individuals can unwittingly fall into the trap of obsession without recognizing the signs. Often, external input is required to highlight the unhealthy fixation and encourage a reevaluation of one's behavior. Obsessions can manifest in various forms, from hoarding thoughts to accumulating physical objects.
By Fanchon Francis5 years ago in Humans
Old memories.
When I think back to my teenage years I feel sad. I’ve lost touch with so many people who I use to call friends. I’m sad because we don’t keep in touch anymore, I have tried to keep the friendships but they are meant to work both ways and I always find myself to be the one who always reaches out.
By Summer Rayne5 years ago in Humans
The friend's death
I still remember his facial charm and how he looked like, how he used to speak. It was like a usual day, I was in a hurry to eat my breakfast, so I prayed to god and as usual, and said "Thank god for giving me such a beautiful life", then I went and grabbed some snacks for breakfast.
By Vivek Meena5 years ago in Humans
I adopted a first-year college student: here's how it worked out.
Young adults look back on their college years with mixed feelings. Some regret the amount of time they spent partying and procrastinating. Others wish there had been a way to reduce their student loans.
By Jessica Freeborn5 years ago in Humans
Heroes of Home
People refer to their 'Hometown Hero' as if there's A person who does more for their community, going above and beyond the rest of us. A recent writing challenge started a theme by stating that it takes a village to raise a child but then left the intended recipient of the thank you letter as only 1 or 2 people who had a significant impact on your life. And I feel that people miss so much with this definition.
By Diana Trezona5 years ago in Humans
3 Actions You Should Stop Doing to Be a Better Friend
Friendship is the most underrated relationship in our lives. It remains the one relation not bound by law, blood, or money - but an unspoken agreement of love. […] Friendship was witnessing another's slow drip of miseries and long bouts of boredom and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person's most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return.- Hanya Yanagihara in her book A Little Life
By Chau Trieu5 years ago in Humans
The Friends I Left Behind
The last remaining days of summer before school started were always a flurry of activity. New school shoes, hard, and not eager to be worn in. It would take the entire year and by some sort of strange magic, they would finally become comfortable just in time for a new pair. The plaid uniform came out of the back of my closet where it hung surrounded by tank tops and summer dresses, that were always bought for me but never worn. My uniform always smelled like the last day of school, notebooks, and broken crayons.
By That Writer Chick5 years ago in Humans
Finding Yourself When You Didn’t Even Know You Were Lost
When I was about ten years old I was introduced to the magic of live theatre through a class field trip to the high school drama auditorium, in Paso Robles, Ca. during school hours, to see a special matinee of a traveling production of the play called, “1776”.
By Thomas G Robinson5 years ago in Humans
One New Like
The rain insistently tapped on her windowsill, in a rhythmic pattern, much like an uninvited relative knocking to get in. Solitude was what she sought after. How can someone find solitude in a city, she wondered. In an urban environment where a young person simply can’t afford to live alone. In a society where men are constantly on the hunt for a meaningless physical connection and just don’t let up. She glanced at her phone and saw the dozens of notifications from each social media app and dating app, that she purely downloaded out of boredom one night with her fellow single friends. She just cleared these. With no interest at all, she found herself still opening the dating app. Only swiping through those who liked her, that was her deal. She never swiped first; honestly, she rarely had the time if she started with the likes. One hundred seventy three. That was the most she had at a time after just one weekend of not opening the app. She loved the attention, but knew she wasn’t ‘special’. Guys are dogs, right? They’re probably swiping right on everything in hopes to just get their rocks off. What was she doing? She didn’t want to open that app. And now somehow she found herself on ‘the gram’ scrolling through pictures and videos full of people with fake smiles, unrealistic filters, and portraying lives much more lavish than they actually live. At least she hoped so, because that’s what her posts were full of. She’s not ‘special’. She put her phone down and walked over to her window. The rain was beginning to let up. She never saw herself married with kids, but in a world where everyone finds happiness with another person, even when you find happiness alone you’re almost forced to feel lonely. Friends find lovers, have kids and move on. Family seems to abandon you once you’re of age and stop listening to their propaganda. How can someone want to be left alone so bad yet feel so bad when they’re alone? She can shake this feeling, she thought. She’d have to shake it every time she was alone, but she could do that.
By Mike Ortega5 years ago in Humans
