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 Unwritten speaks:
Rider “I cant believe you pulled that last shot, no one saw it coming.” Finn “Bro I didn’t even see it coming. I was trying to fix a wedgie one second and then he bumped into me with the puck and I was like oh wait, and jumped back into the game.”
By Valentine Casey6 years ago in Humans
I Thought She Was My Friend
It hurt. More than anything had ever hurt before. I never thought that emotions could hurt this much, but apparently, they can. My emotions were mixed and confused. I was angry, sad, heart-broken, and absolutely devastated. I know how corny this sounds, but it felt like my heart had shattered and all the pieces were lost. I didn’t know what to do. My best friend had just taken the guy I’d liked since Grade 8. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t know I liked him, but she knew! She knew! She was the first to know about it! But she still took him from me... She took him...
By Emilie Turner6 years ago in Humans
Farewell to the Little Black Book
Years ago, I remember seeing on TV that a little black book was an expression alluding to a list of numbers of possible dates or people to hook up with. In our digital and technologically advanced age, I wonder if Match and Tinder have replaced the old-fashioned little black book. It left me wondering if anyone still had a little black book, listing the names of people to call when you need a date, for lonely nights or just for networking. I asked many friends from various backgrounds and ages and not a one ever had one or knew of someone that did. Did my group of friends just not have options or was the Little Black Book something just from the movies? Others explained the Little Black Book was sometimes just a list of contacts and not necessarily for dating purposes. This led me to wonder: Is our contact list in our phones the new little Black Book we pull out and scroll through? Who can we call? Who will answer? How many people have my name in their contact list? Am I a part of someone’s little black book?
By Sasha Brown6 years ago in Humans
At the Water’s Margin
A man and a woman walked down from the beachhead toward the surf. The man carried with him a light pack slung over his shoulder and a blanket under his arm. The woman, a beer in each hand. They were dressed in light clothing and their bare feet left gentle cursive in the sand behind them.
By Drew Knapp6 years ago in Humans
Lost on the Moors
Before doing anything else in the morning, Farrah read. Always the same book, Jane Eyre. She read the same pages, over and over. Since starting high school, her former inclination to sleep as late as possible on a school morning had been replaced by her need to anchor herself in the strands of story, like a girl gently treading water and loosely winding seaweed around her limbs to keep from drifting farther and farther out to sea.
By Lindsay C Lightbody6 years ago in Humans
Labeled As Queen Mother
As a woman in her thirties, sometimes I sit back and wonder why I can't seem to make friends as an adult. I think I'm just as friendly as the next person when it comes to meeting people. I've allowed my introverted behavior to take a backseat and allowed myself to open up to others. But, after a couple of months, those friendships will fizzle out. After conversations with my therapist and self-reflection, I've finally taken accountability for my role in these friendships. I can't help that I have the prowess of motherly instincts and having everyone's best interest at heart. My concern for others has led to distance and disassociation. In the 21st century, I never thought that that would be considered a negative.
By teisha leshea6 years ago in Humans
