humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

  • Craig Braquet
    Published about 5 hours ago
    Global Masked Hero Sightings Expected

    Global Masked Hero Sightings Expected

    I recently joined a very exclusive club. Now I know I shouldn't be talking about it, but since I didn't sign any non-disclosure agreements or official secrets documents I'm going to go out on a limb and out myself and the rest of our club. Find your secret decoder ring, it’s in that shoe box under your bed, and keep reading below.
  • Rebecca J Lee
    Published a day ago
    I.C.U.

    I.C.U.

    Her name is Nita. I’m not sure of the spelling but I saw her sign: “Stranded”. That’s all it said, and I felt compelled to sit next to her and ask her about it. She smiled obligingly and started to tell me about the circumstances that have left her stranded in Denver, Colorado and trying to get to Montana where land and life wait for her.
  • Bailey Welki
    Published 2 days ago
    Lost Letters

    Lost Letters

    I don’t have a lot memories of what I thought about you growing up. As I got older, people would say things like, “If you don’t leave before you turn 21, you’ll never leave,” or “Go as far away as possible for college, leave the valley,” or “You’ll come back, everybody always comes back;" which were all extremely daunting for a 13 year old. I was pretty much scared shitless. Yet, here I am as a 21 year old who still lives with her parents back “home” and I promise I’m not shaking in my boots. I think everybody at one point or another not only wanted to leave, but had a plan to leave. Then reality hit them like a bus. I should say they just realized how much of a bitch you really were… and that’s putting it nicely. You’re a little behind the times, like seven to 12 years behind. So, the expectation from literally everyone is college right after high school. Which isn’t fine, because college isn’t for everyone. College can also get ridiculously expensive and take it from someone who has witnessed at least a quarter of their former classmates drop out of college or transfer to a college that was closer to you. So, why push people away just to pull them back? You know that’s toxic behavior, right? You give the option for someone to just leave, but that is expensive as fuck and you don’t really let people make good money while living here. The option to just work after high school might be entertained by few because the pressure of what everybody else their age seems to be doing or what older people think they should be doing is just as strong as it was when the youth was in high school, I highly doubt they’ll pick that option. A gap year? Unheard of and bullshit in your eyes. You’re called one of the most miserable places ever for a reason. You don’t allow any money to be made and the people who do have money use it in favor of those who have power and connections. Small businesses don’t stand a chance, making mom and pop stores hard to come by these days. Between crime and poverty, finding a good location for a new business is trying to find a needle in a haystack. Then trying to keep that business in business? Oof, seems almost impossible. You’re not what you used to be, which growth and change usually is a good thing and strongly encouraged. Except, you’re going backwards and down hill. I’m not sorry to be the one to break that information with you. Everybody knows it because it’s what everybody sees on a daily basis. Your schools aren’t safe; nowhere is safe. Gang activity is in your schools and on your streets everyday; it probably feels like a problem that has gotten out of hand and isn’t fixable anymore. A lot people feel like you’re a lost cause and people certainly are right to think that. Not only have you given up, the people around you have given up. You have potential, but nobody knows how to use it. The people that could help you have their heads too far up your ass, and the ones that do want to help don’t know where to start, or it’s too much money for them. You might’ve been great back in the day, but you aren’t anymore. You are filled with toxicity, close minded individuals, and just not good people all together. So, don’t get offended when I don’t want to be here. This is where I grew up, raised by amazing parents, and you’ve helped shape me in to who I am. You’ll always be my hometown, but you’ll never be my home. Oh, and for god’s sake, clean up your river.
  • H Martin
    Published 3 days ago
    My Friend Karen

    My Friend Karen

    Friends come and go. It's just a fact of life. Sometimes we age out of each other, move away from another, grow apart, or have falling outs. All we can hope is to keep a good group of close friends around us, they help us get through life. But, if you're anything like me you have that one friend that you just can't seem to get rid of. She comes and goes in and out of my life, I can never quite get her to just stay away from me, but when she's around, I embrace her in all of her hot mess status. She is after all my oldest friend. I've known her since I was a teen, she's been there with me through everything I've ever been through, so I can't just say good bye. Unfortunately, whenever she's around she's fine in small increments, but she usually overstays her welcome. But how to you tell an old friend to kindly fuck off? I don't want to her he feelings after all... and yet... why do I care so much about her feelings?
  • Anita Powell
    Published 3 days ago
    Pull off the Labels

    Pull off the Labels

    
We are not cans of vegetables in a store that require a label to be stacked in the same area. We are people, so why do we need so many labels? There are so many labels that seem to define people that I’m starting to think that it's made up. I’m black, female, gay, and married, but none of those define me just like those words or similar words don’t define you. One of the reasons you label vegetables is so that when you open them, you know what’s inside. Labeling people tells you nothing about the person inside. Labeling is very broad way of saying, “This is me,” but why do you need to say that? It would be so nice if we could pull off the labels and people were just that, a person with a name for identification, and that’s it. “I am Anita”—that’s my identification, and that has nothing to do with who I am inside. We have got too hung up on these labels without knowing the person who is assigned a label. When you meet someone, you should look at the person; not if he is gay, straight, transgender, or anything else. Just the person. We have a superficial world that looks too much at looks before seeing the person inside the body. It doesn’t matter if you are beautiful or ugly as hell if what’s inside should count more than what you look like and what label should be attached to your person. Why is it so important that you give yourself a label or a label is given to you? Does that label tell the person about you? I hope not because this world is worse off than I thought if all we are is a bunch of people trying to fit in a label like string beans in a can. When I was a kid, I saw these two people walking down the street. They were gay, I assumed. I wondered why people can’t just love who they wanted, as they were not hurting anyone. I learned as I got older that labels are used as a way to hurt people, and labels are used to define people as a certain sexual being. Again, why do you need a label to describe your sexuality? If you’re transgender, great, but I rather know the person inside that transgender body. I don’t care if you’re transgender because that’s not what drew you to me. It's that person inside that body that I want to get to know and love. I’m just saying I would rather just know your name. This doesn’t just apply to gay people, but straight people as well. I don’t care if you’re straight, I just want to know your name and get to know that person inside. We are all different inside, and that is what makes us special. If you were to put all the Anita’s in the world together, we would still be different because of the person inside: There is no need to label that Anita as straight or that Anita as gay; what is the point? I really hope one day that people will stop with the labeling because it’s a false way to define someone. It would be so much better if we pulled off the labels and just looked at the person. Maybe that would make the world a better place. It might help with all this divisiveness that is going on. It might help people to truly understand the next person without making assumptions. It could put love in the world and get rid of some of the hatred we have for certain groups of labeled people. Please take the time to pull the label off and look at the person inside before you judge. The next time someone says I’m pansexual, ask them who are they really inside without the label.

  • Eric Durland
    Published 6 days ago
    The Worst Generation Ever

    The Worst Generation Ever

    (VLOG posted at bottom for those who prefer to watch and listen than read.)
  • Lena Bailey
    Published 7 days ago
    The Kinds of Bitches

    The Kinds of Bitches

    Yes, there are different kinds of bitches. There's the good kind and the bad kind. There are also girls who are accused of being the bad kind of bitches. I'm the good kind of bitch that's been accused of being the bad kind of bitch.
  • Lena Bailey
    Published 8 days ago
    Me Too and Time's Up

    Me Too and Time's Up

    I was sexually assaulted by an ex-boyfriend almost four years ago, so I understand what people are going through. I was lucky because my assailant wasn't a boss or someone I needed in my life. He also wasn't someone who could fire me, get me fired, or get me kicked out of school. There was nothing bad he could do because I hid from him and he blocked me on social media. He thought I wronged him. In sexual assault or misconduct cases, "lucky" or "fine" are relative terms. I recently ran into someone who made fun of the Me Too movement because he didn't believe most of the stories. A low percentage of stories are made up. Because of people who don't believe the stories and the fact that sexual misconduct actually happens, the Me Too movement became popular in 2017. After the popularity of the me too hashtag rose, the Time's Up movement was created.
  • Stephanie Nixon
    Published 9 days ago
    What I've Learned from Volunteering at My Local Food Bank

    What I've Learned from Volunteering at My Local Food Bank

    Since April 2017, I have actively volunteered and supported my local food bank. I have served clients, seen people in crisis, and met people from all walks of life, who, due to unfortunate circumstances, have had to get help. It is both challenging and rewarding, and seeing the difference made in people’s lives makes it so worthwhile. These are the main things that I have learned from helping out here.
  • Ambreen Sajjad
    Published 10 days ago
    What Old People Can Learn From a New Generation

    What Old People Can Learn From a New Generation

    Young generations are growing at a much faster rate in today's era than they ever have before. With the advancement of new technologies, puberty is occurring much earlier than one can imagine. There is no doubt about the fact that old people have more experience and skills than young people. However, there are too many things that young people can teach the older generation. The young generation can teach them about new technology, a new trend in fashion, and many more things. Young people are more in touch with new digital devices, they have more information and knowledge about the planet earth and heavenly bodies. They can teach the old generation how to use these devices and help them to upgrade themselves.
  • Pete Wiley
    Published 12 days ago
    Making Our Connections Meaningful

    Making Our Connections Meaningful

    I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person. ~Walt Whitman
  • Cheryl E
    Published 15 days ago
    A Child Of Fear

    A Child Of Fear

    If I were a young child today, I suspect that I might be somewhere on the Asperger's spectrum. In the 1960s there was no such thing, or at least, I never heard of it. Children were "normal" or diagnosed as "mentally retarded," and placed in special education. Those stuck somewhere in the middle were simply considered goofy or awkward. I fell into the middle crowd, and was miserable. I knew I was different but kept trying to hide it and pretend I was "normal." Loud sounds terrified me, even on television.