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!"
YO! WE GOOD BRO?
TODAY, I want to give a “shout out” and applause to the BOYS, the BROs, the GUYS, the GENTLEMEN of our globe. There is something to be said on how boys compete, communicate, “rough-house” and express themselves. How guys simply communicate their feelings and bond in their “boy-club”! It really is a phenomenon!
By Tracy Warnock5 years ago in Humans
Heart On My Sleeve
I'll never forget the day I got some of the worst news of my life; I remember everything from that morning, down to every detail of the Pokemon episode I was watching with my brothers. My mother got a call in the next room. The grief in her voice when I heard her say "What?" drew my attention from the battle on the screen. I looked over just in time to see her slide down until she was lying on the couch, hand over her mouth. I can't explain the terror I felt in my chest when she called my name. My legs didn't want to move; they trembled so hard I barely made it over to her. Looking down into her eyes, it was almost as though I already knew. My heart began to break before she could open her mouth to say to me, "Katie's dead." I broke instantly. It was the summer after second grade. I hardly had a concept of what death was. But when she said those words to me, I felt this great chasm open up within me and somehow I just knew, I was never going to see my best friend again.
By Max Drew Geiger5 years ago in Humans
In loving memory
I wish you weren’t so far away. I’m not sure why you left. I’ll never be sure actually. I have so many unanswered questions but that’s okay, I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you. You’re my best friend. I told you from the very beginning that you will always be my best friend no matter what happened between us. Not even death. We were supposed to work the same job when I got out of college, we had so many plans, so many memories. But I’m still not mad at you. We had many late night conversations over the course of 7 years and they will forever be engraved in my head as you are in my heart. I guess I just wish I could come visit. I wish that I could see you one last time or hear your voice one last time. I wish that I could have said goodbye more than anything. Or that I’m sorry. I wish I could have helped you in some sort of way. I remember the day I got the phone call, your mom called my sister and my sister called my mom. I got the phone call on my way home from Lima (ohio) and I remember the way my mom sounded when she told me that I needed to pull over. She told me I needed to pull over because she knew I was going to break down. That’s not a phone call I ever wanted to get, it’s a phone call that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I remember feeling so helpless, like I couldn’t catch my breath. I still get that feeling around your birthday. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to get you back but I know that you’re not hurting and feeling the way you once felt anymore. I guess I find comfort when I visit your grave. I feel a sense of comfort when I see your pictures and your contacts in my phone which I will never delete. I carry the note you left me before you passed. It comes with me everywhere because that’s the last thing I have from you. I carry it because if not I feel like I’ve lost you completely and that’s not the case. I know you’re watching over us. I know you’re around. Some days when I wake up from having a dream about you I get sad and upset because they feel so real but I know there’s nothing I can do to bring you back. It’s the sad truth that you can’t love someone back to life. You can try, but it’s not going to work. I will forever do the things I do to keep your memory alive just like your mom does. Everything I do is for you because you helped me work on myself. You were there through tough times I went through. You helped me with things that I will never talk about again. You helped me gain confidence in myself. I just wish you were here now to see the things I’ve accomplished. I wish you could see the things I am going through and I want you to know that I will overcome any obstacle in my way because you helped me gain the confidence to do so. You might not know it but you helped me with so much more than you might have actually realized. But anyway just know that I’m not mad, I just miss you. I love you so very much. You can come visit me anytime, I promise I won’t be scared.
By Khaleb Hudson5 years ago in Humans
Coffee and cake will have to wait ( a chance to clear the air might be years away...)
One day we will have coffee and a cake and laugh about all the misunderstandings and assumptions that were made. And reminisce about every joyful thing that occurred even if that’s getting a bit hazy now. Human nature being what it is, its of course easier to remember the bad, the uncomfortable, the downright nasty and what was bad to you was nothing to them... of course. Vice versa too, naturally. Speaking of human nature we will unpack my honours level google research into the chemistry and incomprehensibility of attraction( subtitle: quick ways to fuck up a perfectly decent friendship)....
By Gillian Lesley Scott5 years ago in Humans
You Don’t Have to Be Lonely in Midlife
Taylor Swift has a squad, the Rats and the Brats had packs, Scooby had his gang, and the lords of the ring have a fellowship. Whether you have a small group of close friends or a large network of acquaintances, those connections get more meaningful and more important as we get older. Call it a clan, a village, a posse, or a tribe, the people we surround ourselves with have a big impact on who we are, how we see the world, and how we age. You don’t have to feel lonely in midlife – but friendship may look a little different now.
By Susan Anderson5 years ago in Humans
Attachment Blues
SUMMER 1976 The last time Diana was this distraught about doing the right thing, she’d been 15 years old. But actually back then she didn’t do the right thing at all.... she poured her heart out on lined notepaper torn from her science folder. That still wasn’t the wrong thing, she didn’t believe so ... after all it served to clarify her roiling emotions, the wrong thing was that she posted it. Oh, this was back in the day when people sent each other letters, just to be clear. The internet and Facebook were decades in the future. An agonising fortnight had passed... then the familiar blue envelope hit the doormat... it felt lighter than usual...
By Gillian Lesley Scott5 years ago in Humans
Why Don't I Have Friends If I Am A Good Person
That is to say, not having friends in the present is not synonymous with not having friends in the future. What are the reasons why a person may not have friends? Here we are going to answer your question of why don't I have friends if I am a good person?
By creatorsklub5 years ago in Humans
Not a Part of the Group...
I know I’ve been saying for a long time that I will do something lifestyle based and so, I am doing a lifestyle blog about things that happen on a day-to-day basis. I will be talking about my experiences with various things, some things will come back over and over again because my days are very much similar. If something else happens then it happens. Hopefully, you and I can get along and I can go along and tell you a little bit of a story about this experience I’ve had and then we’re going to talk about it. I’m going to discuss my reaction and my thoughts on the experience afterwards. Not only am I thinking about getting a dialogue going, but I’m also looking to make friends with people who have probably had similar experiences to me. Not only that though, maybe we can have a bit of a laugh and rethink this shit - maybe our minds can be changed and enlightened together. Or, you can just be here to enjoy the story and listen to me ramble on. If you want to read this in my voice then I kind of sound like a cross between Freddie Mercury and Scar from the “Lion King”. So get the full ‘experience’ there. So immersive.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
