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!"
Anticlimax: A Reunion that Could’ve Been
The other night, I had this oddly photorealistic dream about Ginny and her friends. It was all sorts of terrifying and fascinating, mainly because it felt very real; I actually ended up sleeping in the next morning because of it. I spent the last two days before that imperceptibly looking through their recent vacation photos in Japan so I guess it was bound to happen eventually... or perhaps it was just the usual gnawing guilt and self-hatred visibly manifesting themselves all over again, accompanied by the painful reminder that I was truly my “father’s” demon spawn of a daughter and an awful, awful human being. I’ve made nasty mistakes, brutally hurt loved ones, and this dream seemed to be my mind’s unconscious attempt to help me fix them.
By Dylan Balde8 years ago in Humans
Leaving the Party for Church
"Hey, why are you leaving the party so early?" "I have to get up for church in the morning." It's not something you hear very often among the 20-something crowd. But when you ask me why I'm leaving a party early on a Saturday night or why I'm not drinking on a night that I don't have my kid, my answer will almost always be "I have to get up for church in the morning." It's not said in a groggy-I-don't-really-wanna-go voice. It's said in an excited-happy-to-be-leaving voice. I am not, by any means, super religious; but I look forward to waking up for church every Sunday.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Humans
Fishman Chapter Fourteen
The lift is jolty. I don’t think it’s been serviced for a long time. I wish we took the stairs. I feel like the lift would drop and shatter within seconds. I should tell Todd that I hate lifts the next time I see an elevator. He knows lots about me, but not the fact that I hate lifts.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Humans
You've Got a Friend
Moments after falling down the stairs in an emotional frenzy, I sat in the wings of the stage with other members of Rampage by my side. I shove my swollen foot into my character shoe while squeezing the hand of Connor in attempt to deal with the pain.
By Carina Rose8 years ago in Humans
Dealing with Being the Strong Friend [From the Weak Friend's Perspective]
Being the ‘strong’ friend to someone in their time of need is something that almost gets brushed under the rug without a second thought. It goes without saying that we generally would do anything we could to support our friends and loved ones whenever they needed it, and with 1 in 4 people in the UK now experiencing overwhelming symptoms of a common mental health problem, this support is needed more often than not.
By Harley Lily8 years ago in Humans
Besties No More
I used to have a best friend. We met in my freshman year of college. We weren't the closest immediately, but come second semester, we were thick as thieves. We had the same sarcastic and self-deprecating sense of humor. We had the same lazy, no-care style. We even looked similar, with our brown hair and slightly over-weight bodies.
By J.C. Marie8 years ago in Humans
Changing
Another day at Lincoln High School for an invisible girl like me just trying to make it through junior year. Today is the first day back after spring break and I am not looking forward to it. Here I sit in my room, in a small suburb in Indiana, after getting ready for the day. I told myself that this was gonna be the year that I would stop being invisible to everyone around me. And that I would do something with my life and have fun in high school like everyone else.
By Charelle Burkley8 years ago in Humans
To the Best Friend Who Wasn't There for Me
I have a ton of friends. Only a handful do I consider close, true friends. When I got pregnant, I lost a lot of friends that I never thought would leave my life. But, I'm thankful that I got to see their true colors. I made my peace, I cried, I cursed them, and I ate my weight in Ben and Jerry's. Now, months later, I'm watching one of my best friends go through the same thing. She's not pregnant, but she's going through a hard time and I've watched as some of our close friends who were supposed to be with her till the end, turn their backs on her. This is an open letter to those people who weren't there for their "best friends" when they needed them most.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Humans
Fishman Chapter Eleven
My eyes squint at the tall guy with blue dreadlocks and green headphones. Is that Simon? Simon and his twin brother, Peter were two of the children that Ruth and Kathleen fostered together. They’ve grown up since I last saw them—now they’re twice the size of me.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Humans
