humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Masculinity Prison
As a male who has now been on this earth 28 years I can say that I have broken out of the Masculinity Prison. However, I am certainly still on probation with a plethora of re-programming still to do. Sadly, I am one of the lucky ones that even is aware that I was in prison or even willing to acknowledge a prison even exists.
Will DennisPublished 7 years ago in HumansEveryone Hates Rivas
I make no excuses and I speak for no one besides myself. I pull no punches and I look myself in the mirror yesterday and tomorrow. I've had to live like that, and I can't not at this point. It hasn't always been so successful and I haven't always liked or respected myself. Only Mitch Hedberg can judge me, and he hasn't been around for quite some time.
Triple Decker SandwichPublished 7 years ago in HumansOnce More
Guilt. The tormenting being that lurks inside all of us, poking at us, and reminding us of our failures. Day in and day out. It pulls us from our slumber, out of our lollipop daydreams back into the nightmare of reality.
Confessions of an Abuser: My Life in the Cycle
I should start by mentioning that the three women I discuss in this piece are incredible humans. They are all unique, smart, talented, creative, strong, and just dope people. I am fortunate to have had them in my life, and they are all safe. Two of them are still very much in my life and on good terms.
Macintosh LeviathanPublished 7 years ago in HumansI Am Me
I am human. You look at me and you would see two arms, two legs, and two eyes. Nothing different from the person standing next to me. We may look different, such as our skin color, hair color, and eye color. Our facial features are not exactly the same, and we probably have differences in our weight. The main difference, however, is what is inside of us. Most people are so focused on what we have on the outside, and what our gender is, to realize that we are just like everyone else to realize that we as human beings are capable of doing anything. They think that just because you are a boy you are more capable of leading a business to success and that you are girl you are much better at taking care and nurturing to anyone young and old. A guy can have a job but can't paint his nails or get them done but a girl can. A girl can tell their best friend that they love them and cuddle up with them not meaning anything but most guys can not. Why? Because we feel as if society tells us what is right and wrong?
Nicholas WoodsPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhen People Accuse You of Something that You Didn't Do
You think you're the worst person in the world for being paranoid, but actually, it's not you that's being paranoid. It's the other person that's being paranoid and you just sit there like "Erm hang on for one minute I did send you a message but you haven't responded; secondly if you sent me messages I would have responded to them by now, so you don't need to be jumping down my throat if I didn't get any messages until now."
Lizzy ArrowPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy I Stayed
It all began the summer before my freshman year of college. I was talking to this guy that literally made me the happiest I had ever been. He made me feel comfortable from the beginning and it was so freeing. Because I am a little shy this very short relationship opened my shell. He helped me feel comfortable with showing my true self regardless of my environment.
helianthusPublished 7 years ago in HumansHome
I wish he knew the way that I felt. But I know he doesn't. I know I talk a lot about the past, he must be convinced that I want to be there instead of here. The truth is, I am obsessed with sixteen. I wrote a song about it, I relive it in my mind every day, it's become my obsession. Maybe it's that lyric from that song I like to listen to, by the girl with a soft voice. "Gotta get it in my head, I'll never be sixteen again." Sometimes I pretend that I am.
anxious snackPublished 7 years ago in HumansWiping My Face of Society
'Our normal expectations about reality are created by social consensus. We are taught how to see and understand the world. The trick of socialization is to convince us that the descriptions we agree upon define the limits of the real world. What we call reality is only one way of seeing the world, a way supported by social consensus.' - Carlos Casteneda
Brooke JarvisPublished 7 years ago in HumansCurse of the Secret Santa
The lights. The blinking lights flashing green and red, alternating in duration, yet somehow in sync, clearly the difference maker. The lights illuminate the season. The smell of pine fills the air as I pass the rows of wreath and tree vendors. With several packages in hand, I struggle through the streets of New York feeling the brisk cool air, evidenced through my foggy breath. Yup, tis the season. It’s Christmas time. Whenever I casually walk the city streets, I always experience incidental bumping by New Yorkers seemingly in a hurry - typical. Now, there are shoppers with bags upon bags of gifts no one will ever use. I too am on that same quest except for me it’s a tradition that invokes a curse. This curse is not one conjured by a witch or warlock but one that was self-imposed, unwittingly through my own selfish, childish actions. Only after the third or fourth year as an adult did I realize I was under said curse. Some may call it retribution. Some may call it a well-deserved boomerang effect. I call it quite simply: The Curse of the Secret Santa.
Tomas AlejandroPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy I Write
Writing is my best form of expression. I found writing during my elementary school years. It started with me writing short stories and became journal writing. I found that physically writing out my experiences or my issues allowed me to release anything I was holding onto or felt I couldn't get rid of. Writing has become my saving grace. Have you found yours?
Tish FranklinPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Fear Of The Unknown Part 1
One night I was in bed alone, in a big massive mansion. Security stood outside my door, my bodyguard was sleeping on the couch that was by the fireplace. I always liked it when Caspian was over protective; especially when I was ill and couldn't go to a social event with him, he wanted to make sure that I was properly protected even if I was with him or not.
Lizzy ArrowPublished 7 years ago in Humans