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!"

A Friend
What is a friend? The dictionary defines friendship as — a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.
By JustPene6 years ago in Humans
Genesis #1-Bound by Hate
Time is coming around again, the fall leaves are in full force. The winds that blow colder sending a chill through those who want to weather it. As the creatures instinctually prepare to slow down and start reading for the cold winter, using all their energy to save their feasts either as extra fat or in their nests, that pull to survive cuts through the cold. This time of year reminds me of the past that is behind my thoughts of a friend I used to spend these times with. Coming by his house driving up to the back porch getting waived in by a skinny form in a baggie worn. Miami Dolphins hoodie billows of cigarette smoke and Hot breath hitting frosty air. A rocks glass full of an iceless rum and Pepsi. Watching a day full of football action cheering and uttering obscenities at the tv like it's an actual living being playing with our emotions. Such a chill time and back not having to prove anything to each other just being, existing in a friendship so easy it was second nature. That seems like an eternity ago. The bridge we burned is all but smoldering now. We both fed the flames of animosity with what we each thought was an immutable truth. We let ”our truth” take precedence over our childhood, our twenties and our adult histories. So many memories set ablaze and all but forgotten through the haze and division of our ideas. Its crazy we were friends because we had so much in common a within a few heated arguments best friends were set ablaze and enemies rose from the ashes. All the time spent not even considering a future without the other now I don't know how there could ever be a time when we would ever speak again. Sometimes try to see a glimpse into his life through social media, mutual friends, and extended family. I'm not sure what one thing was the breaking point but after things were said that we're brought out, hateful things neither of us would've dredged up somehow we're unearthed and couldn't be buried again. Our race was never even a thought in our lives, now somehow the most important thing, issues that im sure we agreed on, now molehills turned into glacial, seemingly indefensible mountains.
By Allen Hall6 years ago in Humans
Six Signs That Indicate When A Friendship Is Not Real
Loves go by, friends stay by, they say. But how true is this phrase? There are many cases in which the number of friends decreases in relation to the number of candles we blow out each year.
By creatorsklub6 years ago in Humans
A walk through memory lane.
Someone screaming "wake up" sounds so far away, but really right in front of you. Can't open your eyes, for your eyelids are too heavy. Breathing weak, barely staying alive. You might be asking yourself what I'm talking about. Do I really know how to answer that? No, but if you keep reading you'll eventually figure out most if not all your questions.
By Jinger6 years ago in Humans
Friend or Foe?
Kindred examined her best friend's bruised face for the second time this month. Her light skin only made the black and blue marks stand out more.
By Simply Sia6 years ago in Humans
Someone to Love
He looked at her, she looked at him and somehow by instinct they both started to sing loudly, "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby!" before laughing hysterically at each other. They often found themselves completing each other sentences, or one could be thinking something and the other would say it. The connection between Frey and Drea was so different for the both of them they thought it was weird till they would keep testing it to see if perhaps it was a fluke. To make matters even more interestingly, the two often would be dressed in similar color coordination when going out and never even communicated with the other about what they where going to wear.
By Ondria James6 years ago in Humans
The Work Trip
“Okay two pairs of pants, three shirts... Should I bring a nice dress or a casual dress?” I paced in front of my dresser. This was likely going to be my biggest convention yet. I still couldn't believe I'd been chosen to go. Here I was still only a level two in my career path and I was invited to go to the regional marketing convention!
By Kate Emerson6 years ago in Humans
Regretful night
one night I was hanging out with my best friend over at his friends house, we were talking laughing having a great time. I unexpectedly get a call from an older friend that I haven’t talked to in over 6 months at that point. It was around 1 am and I answer and had asked me to hangout. I haven’t seen them in a while so I agreed to go and see them. I was informed that they were with another mutual friend of ours (which part of the reason to agreeing), I drove about 45 minutes to them and once I had arrived I see it was only that one person. Confused but didn’t really question. (Red flag #1) as we sit and talk for a little while they had made a couple offered to me that I declined, not what you would think but definitely not appropriate to post on here. (Red flag #2) we had sat for a little bit longer and they offered to play a game as we all know as “Pokémon go”.. mind you at this point of time it’s about 3 am and I was skeptical but I knew them and they knew me, what’s the worst that could happen, right? (Red flag #3) I was shown the map of their normal route which was literally a square around the building. Didn’t seem to sketchy. We go outside and we head straight, then turn left, they take their shoes off in the middle of the street and left them there, and we just kept on walking. (RED FLAG #4!!!) we were supposed to turn back towards the building but had kept walking and eventually got to this empty soccer field. I’m not familiar with the city we were in so I didn’t know where we were at that point. We stop and just kind of stand there and they said they need to use the bathroom and was going to go in the bush. I said ok walked a bit away and they went the other. After a minute I flash my light since I wasn’t hearing them. I look around and they are no where to be found. I start calling out their name and I don’t see them anywhere. In a panic I try to find my way out of the field and from a distance I hear them screaming. I look all over and can’t see a damn thing. I start to freak out and my anxiety is at an all time high. I try to call my best friend over and over and over but no answer. I find my way out of the field but have NO IDEA how to get back. All my stuff was at this persons apartment and they are no where to be seen. I try to call them and my calls kept being rejected then my number was eventually blocked. As I’m wandering the street looking for familiar signs I keep hearing noises around me and I did NOT want to look back. About an hour later I find my way back and my friend eventually answered. But I still don’t have any of my belongings and no way to contact this person. I gave their number to my friend to text and they eventually answered and said my stuff was outside. Looking around I find the sweatshirt I was wearing on the ground on the sidewalk. But my backpack and bag are not there. I go to the side of the building and there I find my backpack. But my bag? The only other logical thinking I could know where it would be is behind the building. All dark and unseen from the public I chose to not go back there. All I could think in my head is “this person is crazy, what are their intentions, when would they do that” I go across the street to a Dunkin’ Donuts where it had just opened and I was around a crowd of people feeling safer than ever. I open my backpack and my bag was inside my backpack (thankfully). about an hour later almost 5 am my friend finally arrives to come rescue me from this crazy experience. Hyperventilating I hug them and get in the car. I tell them what hapoened and I never spoke or saw this person again.
By Kae6 years ago in Humans
An Apology for the Unknown
If someone asked my friends who I am as a person, there would probably be many positive things said about me. Even the negatives aren’t all that bad. But then again, I’m 30 years old. Ask 10-15 years ago, they still would’ve said positive words; but, not as many. Why? I was far more secretive. I didn’t want to let people in - for a plethora of reasons.
By Ashley Jeanette Curry Wilson6 years ago in Humans
Betrayal is my middle name
I am a bad person. I made some bad choices, which I am ashamed of. But I cannot change the past. I betrayed one of my best friends in the worst way possible. I carry this burden with me since I was 19. I did not have the courage to say “I’m sorry” and take responsibility for my actions until I was 32.
By Mirabela Luca6 years ago in Humans
A Very Long, Overdue Update
Hi! So, it has been absolutely ages since I posted on here! I think my last post was in March or February. Either way, I'm back to update you on everything that has happened.
By Dana6 years ago in Humans
Her Freedom, Our Connection
In 2012, I met a young woman that would forever add new depth to the meaning of the word "Freedom" for me. I'll start by telling you how she wound in Asbury Park, NJ, from halfway across the world, getting a tattoo with me. I have changed her name in this story for her safety.
By Marni Gandel6 years ago in Humans