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!"

The Story of Chichi: He Called Me “China”, I Called Him “Hey”
I quit my job. It’s an e-commerce sorting warehouse. Packages, packages, packages. Sorting, sorting, sorting. But there are some good memories there. There are some names that I will remember for some time. Chichi is one of them.
By Bond Wang5 years ago in Humans
The Marigold
The Marigold By: Esther I. Kim She was tall and lanky, with awkward movements. The glasses she wore were from the local Target Optometrist her family had gone to for years. She wore a pink sweater and shoes from Old Navy. As she sat down to eat lunch with the other girls, she was shaking; with her lunch bag in hand.
By Esther Kim5 years ago in Humans
Dive Team: Billiard Babes
It’s a Sunday night and a few members of the Dive Team have gone abroad. Through the light mist of snow, we find ourselves in the bustling metropolitan area of Tahoe City. A cultural hub. On one side of the one street: a thrift store featuring pornographic posters of 80’s hunks, a theater that plays one movie a day, a soap shop, a bourgeois boutique with the name “Tipsy Gipsy”, and a candle shop. On the other side: a lake. Besides these arts and culture institutions, there were also a few electric spots where a kid could wet their whistle. And oh, did we plan on wetting our whistle.
By Julia Neal5 years ago in Humans
International day of friendship
In some lands, it is celebrated not on July 30 but on the first day of August. In some parts of the world, this day is celebrated on the first Sunday of August.
By Sita Dahal5 years ago in Humans
Emotional Trip Down Memory Lane
About a year ago I wrote in my column about the arrival of a special gift from my catcher from back in the Babe Ruth League All-Star days. When Ron sent me the catcher’s mitt that he caught my no-hitter with it brought tears to my eyes.
By roy Slezak5 years ago in Humans
Jenga
As Megan and I drove to game night we talked casually. Her car had an empty paper bag on the floor and an orange phone holder attached to her air vent that looked like a cartoon character. Megan had just colored her hair a deep chocolate brown. Her hair changes colors with the frequency of Ramona Flowers and I love her for it. She wears glasses that match her face and clothes that move with her body.
By Christine Jupp5 years ago in Humans
The Empty Lamp
Jed held his breath as long as he could. A collapse like this could send all kinds of dust, sand and grit into the air, and after years underground he didn't need any more of that in his lungs. When the crashing and clattering and reverberation stopped, Jed allowed himself to breathe through his bandana for a while as he surveyed the damage.
By Isaac Kimball5 years ago in Humans
16 Signs of an Ungenuine Friendship
The purpose of this post is NOT to influence readers into throwing away a friendship that could be saved. Many of these signs listed may be unintentional and/or could be resolved with a meaningful conversation.
By Danny5 years ago in Humans
The Question
Hers was the first stomach I ever pumped. I stood by the semiconscious teenager’s head and chanted under my breath “In with the good, out with the bad.” The unrelenting light in the Emergency Department hid nothing. With an experienced doctor walking me through it, I had inserted the tube. I snaked it through her nose and ran it all the way down into her stomach. The stomach full of a mishmash of capsules and tablets. Now I was pouring a black slurry of charcoal into the tubing, letting it rest a minute, then drawing her stomach contents out. As I look back, the interaction reminds me of a later patient. The man roused himself during what docs call a “procedure” and asked, “Who convened this satanic coven?” Who, indeed?
By Diane Helentjaris5 years ago in Humans
Wedding Cake
We had met at a wedding. I had been immediately drawn to him, his open warm face, his colourful clothes, his braces that had three different types of bird printed on them, the original Latin names written under in an italic scrawl. Of course, I’d known about his history, through one of his oldest friends with whom I used to live: the wild hedonism that had trickled into addiction, the lost years, his habit of disappearing. The wedding was the first time he had seen some of his oldest friends in years. Later he would tell me how difficult this had been, how he’d practised the smile I had been so mesmerized by in the mirror over and over again, desperate to been seen as ok. I too, had been feeling a similar pressure that day, to be fun and to try and shake the feeling of being examined by those around you, a search for little cracks in the mask. Maybe that is what had drawn us to each other, we were the best ones at pretending.
By Lula5 years ago in Humans
To my ex bestfriend on her wedding day
Today, I woke up and found out that the person who used to be my best friend got married. The first word that came to my mind was, "wow." Not in a negative or gossip girl way. It was more of an astonished or amazed way. I mean, time is flying so fast that it's hard to keep track. Before I got out of bed, I felt the memories flashing back to me. It was surreal.
By Margaux Cadenas5 years ago in Humans
Reasons Some Friendships End
C.S. Lewis, Christian apologist and Irish novelist best known for The Chronicles of Narnia, once said: “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.” Friendship is a relationship borne out of choice as opposed to one that comes naturally with one’s birth (i.e., kinship) and it has become quite prevalent in today’s society to equate the fullness of life to the number of friends. Built on commonality, communications, and confidence in each other, a healthy comradeship brings beauty to one’s existence. However, the loss of any of these building blocks can become the reason for the regrettable ending of friendship.
By Y Owens5 years ago in Humans