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!"

Intense Night
Back in 2015, after I got the news about Sofia and Ellen, I spent some time with Peter at Wendy's to pick up some food for our friends and I told him about my feelings for Sofia, he told me his feelings for her too. We went back to our mutual friend's place but I didn't feel like being around everyone since I was devastated.
By Don Anderson II6 years ago in Humans
Family: It's Not About Who You're Related to
Those who we consider our family, they aren't always people we're related to, it can also be our friends - they're the family we choose and sometimes they can end up being more important to us than our own relatives.
By Test6 years ago in Humans
Do You Know Who I Am? He’s My Friend, Justin Bishop.
These days many people know, or have at least heard of, the blind skateboarder from Las Vegas, Justin Bishop. I’ll never forget walking on the pier in Huntington Beach with Justin and a few friends and overhearing someone behind us say, “Look, that’s Justin Bishop. He is a blind skateboarder from Las Vegas.” It was official, one of my best friends was becoming a well-known part of the skateboarding world. It felt surreal since the Justin I have known for so long is a goofy, sometimes crazy, guy who I have seen change so much in the past decade or so that I have been friends with him.
By Haley Peterson6 years ago in Humans
Zack
Zack and I were best friends at school. We met in year 8 after the finger pulling incident. Zack is an attractive ranger (ranger as in orangutang, not as in national parks ranger or council ranger handing out ridiculous parking fines) that kept his body in shape. (I know spherical is a shape, but in this instance, I mean in the shape of a hot well-built man shape) Zack’s parents were divorced and happily so. Zack’s dad had remarried, a Filipino woman named Mika, who was lovely. Mika had two sons of her own, Zayne and Tan. So, Zack had two step brothers.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Charles’s 30th
Charles is one of my best mates and there has been plenty of ups and downs like any friendship. I guess the important thing is we both came out on top and are still closer than ever. Charles and I became friends through my Uni friends that I had met earlier on in the year. We all went to University and studied various subjects, but we all interconnected at some point along the way. Ali and I did Education studies together as well as Anthropology 101, and Kadin joined us in our Anthropology 101 class. Lafonda-green had classes with both Eden and Kadin. Thus, through a series of lucky coincidences, the group was formed.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Six Degrees of Separation -
When I was in preschool, I was besties with a boy named Taylor. Years later I was working in the cinema and I was the bible belt version of Paris Hilton. For those of you with no respect for history, Paris Hilton was an OG It Girl back in the day. Young, dumb, beautiful and popular. Girls and gay guys wanted to be her, and boys and closeted lesbians wanted to do her. Picture a low rent pre-breakdown Brittany, but without the talent, living in middle-class suburbia instead of Hollywood. That was me.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Gossip Girl - The Cinema Style
Have you ever watched The Bachelorette or RuPaul’s drag race? Or any other reality TV that gets you invested in the story? They may be ‘reality’ but they still rely on characters; Villains, Heroes, Miss Congenialities, The hot one, The nerd, The quirky girl, The jock. Reality TV is populated by the same tropes and stereotypes as its non-reality cousins. I find it funny how much editing goes into ‘reality’. What I still find surprising however, is that I always end up loving those characters that in the beginning I hated. Contrary to the first impressions thing, the ones you instantly love turn out to be cunts and the ones you instantly hate turn out to be misunderstood dark horses. One simple edit, one piece of misinterpreted gossip can make or break someone’s reality career, or their life. The old trope, there’s your truth, my truth and the actual truth is very much a thing. Much like a reality TV show, with this book you only get to see one side of the story. In this book you are seeing only snippets of my life, told from only my perspective, (with regular narratorial interjections by my editor) long after the events themselves occurred. You don’t know the backgrounds or the histories of the characters involved, just a brief story about how they entered and exited my life from my perspective. They are people, with pasts, perspectives and stories of their own. But due to structural and contextual limitations inherent to storytelling, on paper they are little more than side characters to my tale.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
Damsel in distress
Buddy, is undoubtedly one of the best people I have ever met. Buddy manages to dance the line between meeting her responsibilities to her family while still enjoying life. It’s a hard balance to find, but somehow Buddy makes it look easy. I think it’s because Buddy knows who she is and isn’t trying to be something she is not. One balmy summer evening Buddy and I decided to go out on the lash to Manly. If you were paying attention in the earlier chapters you will remember that Manly is the backpacker mecca, thus the vibe is generally pretty carefree. We pre-gamed for hours before heading out. After many mellow happy hours partying backpacker style, the evening started to wind down. Our plan was to end on a high note, we were going to have pies. Perhaps it was the hordes of backpackers, but the night wouldn’t be complete without a nod to all that is great about our humble country, a salute to one of Australia’s proudest traditions, a genuflection before our greatest culinary triumph. Sure, the Greeks have their kebabs, the French have their pastries, Indians have Butter Chicken. But after a night on the lash, nothing quite compares to the mystery meat delights of a humble Australian pie. So off we staggered to the pie shop, like trained homing pigeons, guided by instinct that defies explanation. I am prone to occasional moments of profound existentialism when en vino veritas. On this balmy evening, my vision romantically blurred, I spied a middle-aged woman who was the picture of melancholy. This felt unacceptable to me in my mellow state, so I gave this melancholy stranger an enormous hug and told her “You’re beautiful!”.
By Brendon6 years ago in Humans
The other girl.
For some reason I've always been 'the other girl'. I was in love, with a man. But I never told him how I felt so we were best friends for around two years before I confessed. Throughout that time he had a multitude of girlfriends. The one who remained the most was a tall blonde model. She was gorgeous to the eyes of everyone, the 'trophie wife' as it were. She was the kind of girl every man wanted and every girl wanted to be. I wished I was her. Maybe I was just jealous of her confidence, jealous of the male attention she received. But I was mainly jealous of the fact she had the person I wanted.
By Binxy XD6 years ago in Humans
Support: Buildings, Boobs, but why not you
When a building is falling a part, they put scaffolding and other supports in place to steady it to make it easier for people to work on it.
By Sarah Beattie6 years ago in Humans
Empowered And Inspired
When I look at my best friend Anna I see a brave, courageous women who fights for the ones she loves. Anna got married in her early twenties and as an outsider, things seemed to be going pretty well in her life. Anna and her husband seemed happy when I would see them together. Eventually they had a little boy. While their son was still young I started to see the twinkle in Anna's eye fade when she was with her husband.
By Eloise Giesbrecht6 years ago in Humans
Losing a Friendship
There is a saying, “When times get tough, you find out who your friends are.” That’s not to say that they weren’t your friends before, that you didn’t have fun being around them, that they wouldn’t have given you the shirt off their back. So, how do you deal with losing something that you thought was special?
By Leon Stevens6 years ago in Humans