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!"
Friends
In the last two years of my life, I have had to learn to leave people behind. Stop cycles of loneliness by bringing toxic friendships back just so I don’t feel alone. This isn’t the easiest task. I have learned many times that these types of people will also “get bored” and ask to come back. They peak your curiosity of who they are now, have they changed?
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Humans
Reflection
My friend lives alone in an apartment a block from where she works. She’s a single mother, freshly separated from her husband, and she struggles to find a babysitter, to quit smoking, to pay her bills. It’s a common story: a young woman trying with bitten-to-the-nub fingernails to scrape out a living.
By Brittany MacKeown5 years ago in Humans
The Tale of Two Bestfriends
It was just a normal day at school for Mary, she was at her desk working on her class journal when her teacher had stopped everyone from doing their journals. The teacher was waiting by the door when she said " Everyone me the new student, Cherry!" All the kids in the class looked and waved and then went back to doing their journals. Cherry had just switched schools and she had felt so out of place being there. That day at recess Cherry had just stood all alone wishing she had a friend to play with, she did not know anyone of the kids there. Most of the kids did not want to play with her because she was the new kid in class, that made Cherry feel like she was an outcast and did not belong there. She just sat by the wall until it was time to go back in. When it was time to go in she was the first one in the room and sitting down, she just wanted the day to be over with already, but Cherry still had half the day to get through. At lunch that day no one really wanted to sit by Cherry, so she sat there in silence eating her lunch all by herself, she felt like everyone was just looking at her and making fun of her. She was happy when lunch was over and went back to the classroom. Cherry finished the school day and did not want to go back at all. Cherry had went back to school the next day but it was all the same as the first day and she hated it. Mary had seen how everyone else was treating her, even some of her friends were being rude and terrible to Cherry. By the third day of Cherry being there they had a class activity to do in groups or partners, since she was new no one waned to work with her, they all had there groups and partners they liked. Cherry felt so left out and alone that she said she would do it by herself, the teacher had seen how she felt so out of place and tried to get her to go with a group, but Cherry refused. Mary had seen Cherry all alone and did not think it was right how all her classmates were treating her, so Mary had left her group and went over to Cherry and asked if they could work together on the project. Cherry was so surprised she could not say a word, so Mary just sat down and started working on the project with her. That day at recess Mary had left her friends and went and played and talked with Cherry. That was when they both realized they would be best friends forever and they would always stick up for each other. They had also sat together at lunch that day too. From that day on they always stuck by each others side. they always sat with each other at lunch and always played together at recess. They even sat together 0n the bus rides, Mary was upset at first because she lost some friends because of becoming friends with Cherry, but at the end of it all she knew she did the right and now she has a bestfriend for life. The summer of fourth grade Cherry had told Mary that in the beginning of fifth grade Cherry was switching to a different school again, Mary was upset that she was losing her best friend but wished her luck. Cherry was upset about leaving her bestfriend but she could not do anything about it. Cherry was nervous and scared to switch schools again because how terrible it was for her the first time. Mary had talked to her and told her it was going to be okay, Mary had said " If you can handle switching to this school, then you can conquer any school you go to!" Cherry had smiled and gave Mary a hug and they went and played at the park some more. They both agreed to meet each other every weekend at the park and tell each other about how they are doing at school. They had done that for about a month, then Cherry stopped showing up because her parents would not let her go to the park anymore. Mary was upset that she could not see her best friend, but she kept going to the park every weekend.
By Samantha Chambers 5 years ago in Humans
Apartment 413
November 13, 2020 Today marks the 13th of November 2020, on a Friday. So of course, I had to change my blogs release date to Friday the 13th. I have never seen this day as a bad luck type of day, in fact I made it my good luck day! Occasionally, a Friday the 13th comes around and I embrace it and manifest it as a day of good luck and good energies all around. Why have I done this? I guess all the negative connotation around this day never struck right with me, I wanted to give this day better meaning in my life. I know it’s silly, but it is my way of turning this upside-down view right side up in my head. ANYWHO, back to regularly scheduled program!
By Melanie Guajardo5 years ago in Humans
People in my life
I hung around the Hagert playground area with the WTO boys. Pat was a Lot boy but he was one of those dudes everyone liked and respected and we hung out often, playing sports, finding trouble, whatever. He was a funny and fun person to be around.
By James S. Carr5 years ago in Humans
People in my life
I considered Chris Stierle a brother to me (I don't think that I did but I apologize if I spelled his name wrong, but in my defense, when he was called out to graduate from Carroll High School, the principal mispronounced his name, to which we all teased him about, relentlessly. He always gave as much as he got, though, teasing wise). He was one of my best friends. He had such an infectious and genuine laugh. Anything he found funny was followed immediately with that trademark smile and raucous, high pitched, mirthful laughter of his. I have so many fond memories of him but the one that stands out the most was just a ten second interval between him, myself and Johnny Mc.
By James S. Carr5 years ago in Humans
People in my life
Pat Otto came into my life at a time that we had a core group of friends but were open to anybody who attempted to hang out with us. I was fortunate enough to have my older brother in that neighborhood before I enetered it, because a few people knew who I was. Strangers were tested and hazed. That part of the neighborhood possessed a certain kind of mentality. Pat was related to the Kirby family, a family name that had a huge presence in that part of town. In our earliest days, we were very hard on each other and newcomers. A lot of kids made the choice to leave us alone. Pat was hanging out with us one day and we met. He was respectful and friendly, neither of which he had to be, seeing that at three or four of his cousins were on hand if there was trouble. In the rare times that we did fight amongst ourselves, the loser took it with grace and the victor gained street cred. Most times if you were at least willing to fight back, the loser gains street cred as well, for taking it for what it was; a momentary conflict. Pat took part in some of that , but that will come later, I promise.
By James S. Carr5 years ago in Humans
The Old Man and the Birch Tree
The autumn leaves crackling their way through the mildly cold breeze falling gently on the ground were as melancholic as Z, reading the newspaper. The headline read,’ 3 years since the earthquake that shook the country’s soul. Still repairing broken lives and hearts.’ Z remembered. He remembered sitting in his office a 100 miles away getting a call at 10 in the morning, he had just started with his day. He remembered hearing his niece’s broken voice. He remembered telling her to calm down, to leave her mother lying silently on the floor covered in red and rubble, to find shelter under the dining table, to stop crying, to slowly breathe and close her eyes. He remembered telling her it was going to be okay until it wasn’t. Until the sound of heavy panic-induced breathing turned mute. He had lost the only family he had. Three years later he sat on the bench of the park on which he had spent the last 10 summers before the earthquake watching his only family grow with a glow that made life itself blush. The park never felt the same again. There was no glow. Only a silent shade of cold remembrance of the bliss it used to be.
By Nandita Shandilya5 years ago in Humans
The Best Day
I always remember that day. It was the best day in my memory. It was a day in June. The sky was blue, and the breeze was blowing. My best friend “Rabbit” and I had just been in the United States for two months. She was in NIH，while I was in Minnesota. She had already started research using MEG, that her enthusiasm ran high; my university also had MEG, so I was looking for opportunities to try. There was a meeting on MEG signal processing at MIT in June. At that time, NIH did not limit the meeting opportunities so that she would take the meeting. She shared the benefit with me, so we had our first trip to Boston. Everything was the first time; everything was so fresh.
By Golden Maple5 years ago in Humans
