humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Here
Limited. We are limited. Space (in a non-scientific, infinite galaxy type way) is limited. If we are fortunate, we each have our own little boxes that we take up each night, walls that we store items collected/given over the years, rooms that we decorate in such a way as to show to whoever graces our doorstep who we want ourselves to be. Space, in this way, is moldable. It bends to our wishes and desires. It offers us a place in which we can more actively and more comfortably experiment with becoming the people that we would most like to be.
By Cherith Brook7 years ago in Humans
A Minority's Memoirs
My friend and I developed a close relationship from kindergarten until we graduated high school. We pretty much stuck together through thick and thin. However, we did not necessarily have the greatest start. In fact, we were enemies before we were friends. Since we were never able to reach a point where we could talk about this issue, it later created a disconnect for us, and left me with unanswered questions even now at age 23.
By Tatiana Parker7 years ago in Humans
My Experience with CPR
I can’t recall the exact time a call for help rang into my room but early Friday morning, I heard the panic filled scream of a family friend, Amanda, followed by the chaos of finding my grandfather unresponsive. I sat up in my room. I can’t recall if I had been sleeping or not at the time. Regardless, the sound caused by my father screaming made me realize that something was wrong.
By Sasha Boileau7 years ago in Humans
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.
By Will Dennis7 years ago in Humans
Everyone 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.
By Triple Decker Sandwich7 years ago in Humans
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.
By Macintosh Leviathan7 years ago in Humans
I 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?
By Nicholas Woods7 years ago in Humans
When 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."
By Lizzy Arrow7 years ago in Humans
Why 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.
By helianthus 7 years ago in Humans
Home
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.
By anxious snack7 years ago in Humans