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!"
How a Circle of Friends Helped Me Begin to Heal Myself
I was an incredibly lonely little girl. My family lived some distance from where I attended school, which made it difficult to have sleepovers or playdates. Not that anyone called them playdates back in the 80s. Though they are still two of the greatest people I've ever known, my constant companions as a young person were my grandparents. Although I'm grateful for the wisdom they imparted and the culture they shared with me now, at the time, I just really wanted friends my age to play with.
By Demeter DeLune4 years ago in Humans
Uphill Battle
The sun was beating down, it was midway through the summer holidays, I was only 9 years old as was my friend Jamie. The summer holidays had barely begun and we were gearing up for all kinds of mischief on our sleepy estate of houses. With only one bike between us and barely 200 metres of road to peruse, we had to get creative. Though we managed to fill the days pretending to be spies or soldiers hiding behind brick walls and tall bushes, today we found it was just too much. The heat was getting to use so we settled for an afternoon at another fiends house. Courtney was a sweet girl, a year older than us and had the entire Sky package meaning we could kill time in tears of laughter at the latest cartoon network shows. As it got dark I realised Jamies insistence to stay at Courtneys for as long as possible. Even at 9 it was obvious, he had a crush on her. His first crush in fact. We would both get in trouble if we were late home so I left, let my mum know I was stay at Jamies for the night and somehow managed to persuade Jamie back to his own home, bidding Courtney farewell. Little did we know what the next day would entail.
By Ryan Appleyard4 years ago in Humans
Cocaine Blues
I have a salt deficency. It’s a medical fact. I’ve had my share of blood tests, and my sodium count just barely clears the minimum threshold. I love salt in any form: piles poured into the palm of my hand and consumed, crunchy flakes on the rim of a glass, grains nibbled off the tops of fancy caramels. An old partner of mine even gave me a Himalayan pink salt cube on a rope as a joke. Joke’s on him. I licked that cube into an ugly orb by the end of that school year. And I won’t lie, I’ve been tempted more than once by my salt lamp nightlight.
By Amelie Marine4 years ago in Humans
Love Letters from Heather
Dearest Natalie! Why has it taken me so long to write this letter? When this project was only a spark in my mind, you were one of the initial people on my list whom I wanted to write to! But I kept putting it off. If there is something the last four weeks of my life has taught me—never put anything off. I haven’t completed this correspondence yet because I didn’t have a clue where to start. Entire worlds of mountains and valleys were traversed in the few short years we have known each other. I am left baffled by where to begin, so I guess I will simply start with how—or where—we met (where all good things incept), Starbucks.
By Heather Down4 years ago in Humans
Toxic Friendships
Many people talk about being in toxic relationships. Toxic relationships could range from arguing all the time to abusive manners. What I don't hear many people talking about are toxic friendships. I've come across many friendships that have left me crying myself to sleep. I wonder what I did wrong to make the people, that are like family to me, treat me so horribly. My mind twists these thoughts, and I begin to put all the blame on me. I begin to beg for their forgiveness and continue to let them treat me with such disrespect because I don't want to lose them. A few years ago, I had a traumatic experience with a toxic friend, described below:
By Kylee Dobbs4 years ago in Humans
Unicorn Chick Bro Code
The good news..a chick can be a Bro. Here is how you deal with her. Yes we can be Chick bros..meaning we think like the bros when it comes to being logical, and are not crazy like a majority of women and ruled by our emotions. Seriously we are the rarity, and while there is not an explaination why we exist it is.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Humans
BIRTHDAY WEEKENDS, CARROT CAKE, PIZZA PLACES, AND ANGELS
Last weekend, I celebrated my birthday weekend (yay!) A birthday weekend can be a tough notion to navigate once you’re in your mid-late 30s and still single; except A) my birthday fell on a Wednesday, B). Wednesday is one of my workdays, C). the “Pre-Birthday” Weekend in question was Labor Day when locals who had the chance would jump ship from town, and D). my greatest friends in town right now are either my “Brother Knights” (of Columbus) with wives and young families of their own or they work in the bar industry with absolutely zero time for shenanigans on the customer side of a bar over Labor Day Weekend.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Humans
