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 Last Bird
Three lively and retired ladies in their late sixties were sitting on a bench in a park during a pre-COVID-19 time. They were discussing the nice weather they were having in October, a couple of weeks before Halloween, when usually it rained and the falling leaves snatched the show. The trees still stole the spectacle with their tears, but only lovers could be suffused in such solicitude.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Humans
Party Lines
In the elevator of a newly developed co-op in New York with too many chandeliers in the lobby, I’m eating a couple Twizzlers and blinking nervously when a vaguely Mediterranean, vaguely not guy in his mid twenties pries the elevator doors open milliseconds before their closing. In his approach, he hasn’t sped up to even a walk-jog. When he’s finally inside, he doesn’t apologize, instead hits the PH button repeatedly even though it’s already lit.
By Kalina Isoline5 years ago in Humans
The Friendship Pyramid
We all wonder occasionally what our friends think of us. How they feel about us, how we feel about them… Sometimes it can feel as if we’re closer to them than they are to us and vice versa. If we’re too invested, or we just really enjoy the other person’s company, there becomes a potential for feeling insecure about our position in the friendship.
By Outrageous Optimism 5 years ago in Humans
To Whom It May Concern
20-Jun-21 To Whom It May Concern: I suppose that I’m writing this letter to one person in particular, although it could apply to a lot of people, in a lot of different circumstances. I’m writing to you today because, quite frankly, we have grievances to air, and I think perhaps an unnamed letter would be best. Truthfully, I’ve begun to wonder exactly why we’re even friends anymore. We started as coworkers on a short-lived project, that eventually flopped because of poor management decisions. Our friendship, however, had blossomed and we added each other on Facebook, we talked quite often. But now, two years later, I fear our friendship perhaps has grown corrupted and tarnished.
By Alton Modlin5 years ago in Humans
Night Out in New York City
Just so you know from the beginning, I’m a little white girl wasp; that’s with a capital WASP. I’m married to a white guy, same letters. Raised in a shorthaired, clean-shaven, no drinking, no smoking, no dancing, cards or movies Baptist church, that’s me. When I was a kid, my piano teacher, who was the organist of our church at the time, got kicked out for being gay. My favorite great uncle was gay too, and certain family members still whisper that label when they talk about him. We did move a lot, I was in eight different schools, three were high schools in two states and another country. Friends were few and far between. I ended up at art school because I liked to draw. The kids at this school had the world on me. They all came from Sophistication, USA, or at least New York City. I came from Sheltered, and somehow I skated through all the stuff that goes on in an art school total innocence intact. It never touched me, and I was probably, no, definitely according to my classmates, annoyingly self-righteous to boot. But people accepted me anyway, because all artists are outcasts of some sort, even the goody-two-shoes sort, join the club. “Not Fitting In” is my middle name. I graduated, got married right away, and after a couple false starts moved to Brooklyn and took a job in the Midtown Manhattan Garment District.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Humans
Voided Cavern
Star It is strange to be surrounded by so many friends and yet feel so lonely. It was not that the fact that there wasn’t any common interest. We all took the Same classes and was given the same assignments. However it just felt like it was never enough. Was this how Princess Kaguya felt when she took one look at the moon? Or am I doomed to be alone forever searching to fill this impossible black void I feel within my own heart?
By Valkyrie Yun5 years ago in Humans
How is my love
"Sounds are so close to popularity that for the average person, they're almost indistinguishable." David W. Augsburger The five languages of love - the framework for how we give and receive love made by psychologist Gary Chapman in 1992 - include high-quality time, gifts, ministry activities, words of confession, and physical gestures.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Humans
These Dusty pitches called home!
He was of my age but much smaller than me. He was tanned, had brownish black hair that was always sticky with sweat and dust; he smelt of sweat too. I had known him for so long I couldn’t remember when the first time I saw him was.
By Worngachan Shatsang5 years ago in Humans
