humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
International Day Of Sign Languages 2021: Know History, Importance And India’s First Sign Language Dictionary
Information related to International Day of Sign Language The language of conversation with the gestures of the hands, face and body of people who cannot hear or speak is called sign language. Like any other language, sign language also has its own grammar and rules. Sign language is very important for the development of deaf people. It can also be called the mother tongue of deaf people.
Samachar Khabar NewsPublished about an hour ago in HumansDoes it Hurt Your Brain?
Cross-posted on my personal blog at Out of the Mouths of Gamers Babes. It hurts mine, when I observe the cognitive dissonance - my own or someone else's - in action.
Jenn KirklandPublished about an hour ago in HumansThe Anchor
“If you want your ship of life to leave the port of insanity…be willing to remove the anchor from the ship.” — Xavier Ludwig
Relentless WolfPublished about 16 hours ago in HumansTuesday
I live next to squatters. They aren’t the worst neighbors, legal or not. Generally keeping to themselves, the most I can say in criticism is that they’re sometimes too loud when I’m trying to sleep. It would be absurd to consider them bad people on the basis of their housing situation, but I can’t help but wonder about the circumstances that led them there. I wish they had a place to call their own. I begin to ruminate about the material conditions of the people in this area. I stay up too late, partly out of stubbornness, and vow to do better with my time management. I resign myself to my bed as I have work in the morning.
Andre MasonPublished about 19 hours ago in HumansIs It Really Racism? An In-depth Article Trying To Answer It
Note: Before I begin. I want to make this known that…I AM NOT A PSYCHOLOGIST. This is just MY view of the world. Please do your own due diligence in regards to researching some of the mental illnesses that I will post below. And feel free to correct me on anything that I may have missed or misunderstood. Thank you in advance!
Relentless WolfPublished about 20 hours ago in Humans
Homelessness: no one gets there without help
"God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues..." (Everlastʻs What itʻs like, from their 1998 album, Whitey Ford Sings the Blues, Universal Music Publishing).
Roxanne CottellPublished 2 days ago in HumansHow to Use the Armies of the Past?
You can slog through life, making endless mistakes, wasting time and energy trying to do things from your own experience. Or you can use the armies of the past. -ROBERT GREENE
Curated for YouPublished 2 days ago in HumansThe Second Hand
The morning started with me hurting my second hand. I cursed and swore at the unexpected and sudden pain that had intruded my morning reverie. “What a perfect start to the day”, the cynical side of my brain scoffed. The reasonable side hushed her, and on I went to get ready for college. Afraid of getting late, putting aside the thoughts of pain for matters of urgency, I went out to the bus stop. The bruise had taken on a beautiful purplish hue by then, which got me shaking my head in self-pity. There was no one around to look at the token of my misery, a memento of my suffering!
Apoorva UpadhyayPublished 2 days ago in Humans
Abuse of Mind
It’s the way you look at me sometimes. It’s the way I can’t figure you out. Are you looking at me with disgust or curiosity? Am I not making sense to you? I see me one way, and you see me another and I don’t know which side to believe anymore. Me, of course, right? I have no idea. You view me so differently then I view myself. You’re so outspoken about the misunderstanding of my character. So much so that I start to wonder if I am what you think I am.
Zig Zag # 17
One of the most surreal experiences I’ve had so far on my zig zag journey was the time I spent as an intern at a national security think tank.
Kathleen MajorskyPublished 3 days ago in HumansDear Alcohol
Dear A, This letter is to let you know I’m moving on. I won’t pretend that I didn’t live for your very essence. It was a perpetual sin of mine to lust over you, I couldn’t walk past you without entertaining the idea that you could illuminate a light in me that was constantly shunned by a wicked darkness. A darkness which I now realise was soaked by your ability to tantalise my foolishness. You were everything I wanted but not what I needed.
Mitchell HowardPublished 3 days ago in Humans
My Open Dairy
I have always had a problem with being me. I have been bullied although my school life, I've been called "Fat" "Ugly" I have people tell me that "I should just kill myself" or "No-one will love me" I would say my life has been horrible, but it hasn't been. Some of what I say will be personal, but I'm ok with sharing and telling my story. Like for starters when I was 4, my mom had open heart surgery. She died twice on the table and once in recovery. She had 2 blood transfusion's and everybody in that hospital thought my mom would never come home to us. I have grew up in a fatherless house-hold. My dad has been doing, and choosing drugs over his kids. I was 6 years old when he came home with track marks on his arm, I was also 6 years old when my own cousin rapped me and my brother. I had a speech impediment so CPS didn't understand me so they didn't investigate. When I was 13 we moved away from my home town and within 6 months my mom hit a hard spot in life and we became homeless, we lived in a woman's shelter for 5 months before we moved back to Graham Tx. We moved in with my Grandmother we lived with her until I turned 15. When we moved to Baird Tx I had just started my second year of high school, so it was difficult to make friends. I quit school for 3 months and then I went to Clyde Tx, and in my third year of High School around then end of year, going into summer. My mom went back to the Hospital and her lung collapsed and her kidneys were shutting down, my mom fought for her life and she came home to us kids. I was 17 at the time. I am know 21 and we own the house we live in and the property. My older brother who is 24 has a daughter, he tried to kill himself 5 times, he is a cutter and a drug addict. He has been clean for 4 years and he is the strongest person I know. My little sister who is 17, is a step mom to 4 and is pregnant with her first baby. I know thats a young age to start a family, but its her life and she can decide to with it. My mom is 42 and is alive and breathing because she fought like hell to be where she is today, with all of her kids. My life is complicated, messy, weird, overwhelming, but most of all it has been epic. I found the love of life and he broke my heart into a million pieces but he is willing to fight and fix what happened between us. I am so thankful for the way I grew up and I can't thank God enough for the family her gave me. So welcome to my Life! My Name is Makayla Willams, I'm 21 and I love Harry Potter and Halloween. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm 5'4 and I'm a pot-head. I live in a very small town in the middle of no where called Baird Texas, I graduated May 25, 2018 from Clyde High School. Enjoy my Life Story.
Makayla WilliamsPublished 3 days ago in Humans
