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!"
Relationship Growth
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always been a pretty flitty character. Never really committing to anything and always giving up when things got a bit tough. Any hobby you can think of: piano, flute, soccer, basketball, violin, and basically any other sport or instrument. Truthfully, it‘s a major flaw of mine I have trouble admitting I have. I get bored extremely easily. I remember watching the Rihanna’s SavageXFenty online show and resonating with her when she said she gets bored of things AS she’s doing them. Maybe it’s because of my Sagittarius moon or because I blame every character flaw I have on my astrology chart, but I had hoped one day as I got older I would be able to become more intimate and trusting with people I consider my friends. But that just hasn’t been the case. If anything, it has gotten more difficult. But hey, it only makes life more interesting. I heard once that when life gets hard, you’ve leveled up. Maybe this is just another obstacle that I’ll have to push past. That being said, I would like to delve into why it is so hard for introverted people such as myself to open up and let people in and truly start planting seeds that will take root and form meaningful, lasting relationships. One reason I feel it’s so hard for us to truly show who we are, and most introverts don’t want to reveal this, but we‘re actually really calculated people. We think before we say and do while also realizing what words or actions would best benefit us. Now don’t get us wrong, we always try and do what’s best for our loved ones, as well. But like the saying goes, you can’t help others before you’ve helped yourself.
By Mary Jane Radillo5 years ago in Humans
Under the Corner Streetlamp
Celia looked down at the text on her phone from her older sister as she was strolling to her café in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She carefully moved along over the cobblestone sidewalks keeping her face mask up while trying to answer her sister. She knew it was not safe to walk and text, but hell nothing was safe these days. The bag of groceries she was carrying was becoming heavy as the plastic was pulling on her wrist. Monica, her sister, was debating whether to get the vaccine as she was in the next round of eligibility. Celia’s brother in-law, Monica’s husband, was against the vaccine, but her sister, always undecided, wanted Celia’s opinion. “Up to you” was Celia’s ambivalent reply as she put the key into the door of her café which had been closed for two months. She was not trying to sound indifferent, but she was so done with this whole pandemic, and the life that was now this “new normal!” She sent Monica a smiley emoji and texted “Got to go!”
By C. H. Richard5 years ago in Humans
If You Want to Kill Your Enemy, Go Have a Beer with Him
One day I sat with a few classmates for lunch and a few beers. One is a Christian, the other a Jew, the other a Hindu, and the other a Muslim. We all were pretty western looking and speak California English. We say shit like dude, hella, and yolo. The topic of religion came up and they went around the table asking what religion they were. Waiting for our beers to arrive.
By A.X.Partida6 years ago in Humans
THE VINEYARD OF LOVE
Lillian laid there with her face sunken into the soft golden satin pillow case that wrapped around the memory foam pillow. The glare pierced her eyes as the sun shined through her open curtains that hung with soft colors of blue and green that splattered across the yellow back drop that flowed in front of her French doors, that lead to her balcony. She moaned with satisfaction while stretching her arms to the celling all while smiling with excitement and happiness. Lillian looked over at her alarm clock and noticed the time 6:30am, blinking in red; she Thought to herself, “I have 3 hours to get dressed and head to the airport for my 9:30am flight to Italy.” Lillian was excited about the trip her and the girls, Jessica and rose had planned. They have been planning this trip for 3 months and with their busy schedules of Lillian being a high-end fashion designer, Jessica being a chef, and rose being a lawyer. They all needed this trip to relax and unwind, all while enjoying delicious food, fun that’s filled with culture and excitement, gorgeous men and of course some of the world's beast tasting wine that your taste buds would ever savor. ‘’Oh, where are my manners my name is Talisha Patillo and this this is the story of 3 best friends who venture off to the most beautiful place in the world to experience life and all the wonders that come with it.” So, sit back and enjoy the story of how Lillian finds love at a vineyard where love never tasted so sweet.
By rachell patillo6 years ago in Humans
The Story of Thomas and June
“Excuse me, I’ve got an unusual request.” I leaned on the bar-rail and pinched the nose of my mask. "Oh, hi. Be right with you.” He turned to me, threw the bar towel over his shoulder, and—well, you know exactly what he did. He pinched the nose of his mask.
By Joe Stadtmiller6 years ago in Humans
Thought Process
Time ticks by as I gaze off into the library parking lot from my desk on the second floor. I watch as families come and leave. A woman hurries through the lines of cars, pulling along a young child who's struggling to catch up. Her short legs too small to be of any use at the moment. As the woman notices this, she scoops the child up in her arms and takes the lighter load as a chance to increase her speed. Soon, she is out of my view and enters the very building I am residing in. Leaving me to sit and wonder just what could possibly have her in such a rush to enter a library.
By Najuma Ali6 years ago in Humans
Wine Duty
Bulb. B-U-L-B. BULB. What kind of a word is that? Bulb. Emma shook her head as she stared down the light bulb, the last one still emitting light in the string of incredibly chic and trendy fairy lights hanging in the window. The others had been dead for months, but this one held on.
By Marisa Ayers6 years ago in Humans
The Door to the Left
The heat was unbearable. Emma laid sprawled on her white comforter, white T-shirt clinging to her skin. She felt the cold breeze of the fan tease her skin as it blew by. Scanning her room, her eyes fell upon her laptop which was placed on top of a pile of papers for her schooling. With a groan and as much effort as possible she rolled over off the bed, toes meeting the cold tiles welcoming the few seconds of pleasure with a sigh of relief. Grabbing the laptop, she flopped back onto her bed. As if on cue, as soon as her fingers lifted the computer screen, a Facetime call rang on her screen with the name “Becks”.
By Jessica Violo6 years ago in Humans
