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!"
Pranks Gone Wrong
Changing the names just in case. One normal summer day, my friend Monica and I were bored. We went into the kitchen where my grandmother was. We asked her what she was doing and she told us she was looking for some hot sauce. She then remembered that it was in the back of the food closet. The hot sauce was called the” Devil Sauce.” This was probably some of the hottest hot sauce that was ever made. I asked my grandmother about the hot sauce. She said that the hot sauce was so hot that no one ever really ate it. She had to put it in the back of the closet. It had been back there for a couple of years. Monica asked her if we could try the hot sauce. My grandma warned her that the hot sauce was very hot and she would need lots of milk once she tasted it. Monica still wanted to try the hot, hot sauce.
By Brianna Gaines8 years ago in Humans
Upon Losing Friends and Gaining Perspective
Life is like this train. This express train with no agenda that just stops and starts again with no explanation. That’s just it. That’s life. And there are lots of passengers on this train, passengers who know which stop they want to get off at, and passengers who are just there to let it all happen.
By Sarah Plint8 years ago in Humans
Oh, Lover
Sometimes when I hear a certain song or smell a certain smell I am overwhelmed with a wave of nostalgia so strong im nearly swept off my feet. I can feel it swell in the pit of my stomach and blossom up through my chest, clutching at my throat and taking my breath away for a moment. I am taken to another time, usually a happier one. I can feel the air that I was breathing then and practically taste all the sights and smells around me. I close my eyes and the feeling intensifies. The moment eventually fades but if I want to feel it again all I have to do is listen to that song, smell that perfume, walk outside on a cold crisp night. Oh, lover I wish you knew how I think of you during these times. I wish I could bottle up the feeling and send it to you so you could understand a fraction, a droplet of my emotion that swims inside of me like a star in the sea of the galaxys. I wonder if you could understand if you would feel the same way, if the wave that crashes over you would drown you the same that it drowns me so quickly. I hope that it would. Otherwise was it all for nothing? Did our time mean nothing to you at all? Oh, lover I know that could not be true. You destroy me. You take my dry eyes, bare as a desert and plunge them into the depths, drowning them in the sorrows of my heart. When I walk down the street on a cold autumn day, the leaves whipping around my ankles, tripping and falling over themselves, sometimes I wonder. I wonder if you ever loved me the way I loved you. If maybe I was head over heels tripping and falling like the leaves into your heart but you were in the sky, flying away, caring about more important things. Oh, lover you kill me. You take the shards of my heart and stab them into my skin, watching the blood trickle downward like little rivers. You know my deepest secrets and I hate that you hold them, clutching them in your palms like they are yours to own and do with as you like. They are mine but you can have them. Just be gentle with them please. Oh, lover I wonder at your beauty. You leave me alone, standing on the edge of a railing looking lost but I’d know your smile anywhere. I won’t forget it even after your gone. Will you forget mine? I see you smiling in her picture, your eyes wild like the milky way and your hair long, flowing out behind you like the sea. You look so happy I can’t help but wonder if you are happier now. If you meant what you said. That you are much happier without me. Sometimes when the sky is inky black I like to lay my head down on the damp grass, ignoring the wet feeling seeping through my skin. I can see the stars this way, winking back at me like little fireflies flying through the night. Maybe they are just bugs, thousands of miles away from me. I wish I could turn into one and burn down bright on the world, providing a small ray of light for the everyone for a moment. At least I could be of some use. Oh, lover what did I ever do to you? To make me heave my emotions onto the floor like a useless blender, spitting my feelings into every corner of the room. To shove my pride down my throat like a gag, stopping me in my tracks. Oh lover, I wonder if you think about me sometimes. When you drink your coffee on a dreary afternoon or look out your window to see rain droplets inching down the glass. If you regret what you did or what you said. Oh, lover do you feel the same as me?
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Humans
How to Dump Frenemies
Frenemies are not immediately obvious when they show up in your life. If somebody seems unusually trustworthy and they are too quick to become your friend because they want something, this is a sign of frenemy behavior. Sometimes they are there for you way too much, expecting the same thing in return. My frenemy has laughed at me, which is unacceptable. Laughing at somebody’s anxiety is completely weird and makes that person a bully. This person is medication inconsistent on top of her bizarre tendencies to laugh at my anxiety, which is a form of pain for me. So she is in effect laughing at my pain.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
Telling off False Friends
Telling off a false friend who is clearly not your real friend is quite easy. My real friends respect my boundaries. Some people I’m not going to be friends with ever again since they took up my time, and demanded I go see them rather than them staying longer with me. Just because somebody pretends to reciprocate doesn’t mean that they are a real friend. Frenemies have an agenda and that is to bring you down. They put on a false show of being your real friend. I have had quite enough of false friends who do not claim to like me.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
Letter to My Best Friends
Zoe - We've had each other's backs for over a year now, and I wouldn't have survived Senior year and Panera without you. You know things about me that no one else does. I trust you the way I trust very few people, and I hope when you move away, the distance doesn't get to us. I doubt it will, but you never know. I know you'll have so much fun at USF, and I want you to party it up, but be careful at the same time. I will come to visit you as soon as possible. I'll come crash at your place for a weekend, and we'll have so much fun. I can't wait for your 18th in a few weeks. We're going to go to the club and get a matching tattoo! I want to come to see you graduate so bad and I hope that will happen. If it doesn't I need a lot of pictures; otherwise, I'll be pissed! I will miss jamming out in the car and dying at the gym together. We have so many jokes, memories, and laughter. You're so supportive of me and give me great advice. I know whenever I need advice on something, you're one of the first people I go to. I want you to know you're beautiful, smart, and so caring. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I was gonna try to think of a memory that we have but the only one that comes to mind is whenever I brought us Dunkin Donuts into second period. I love you, ZoBo!
By Zoe Mckenzie Clark8 years ago in Humans
How to Tell a Real Friend
I met some real friends through the frenemy because I saw that they do not share certain traits with them. They are their own people who cope with stuff daily, and don't run away from it, unlike the frenemy. Relational bullies are subtle. You have no idea that they are bullying you until they get underhanded. My friends of today take responsibility for their actions, unlike the frenemy. I like people who bother to express a full range of emotions. These people are normal. The frenemy can’t take no for an answer of any kind.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
Remember to Be Understanding
I walked slowly to my locker, anxiety running through my veins and making my throat tight. I knew something was wrong the moment they told me to “keep an open mind” and “be understanding.” They treated me so well today, and so did everyone else. This wasn’t normal.
By S.D. Trinity8 years ago in Humans
A Friend in Yourself
Before I delve into my inner thoughts and newly formed philosophy, I’d like to clarify that this is not a refurbished version of the cliche idea that one must love themselves in order for others to love them as well. Sure this may have truth to it but even the most self-loathing individuals are loved by someone and the most self-conscious people admired. Loving yourself makes a great deal of things easier but there are no prerequisites for love.
By Miakoda Natane8 years ago in Humans
Why I'm Pissed Off at Frenemies
Frenemies are people who claim to be your friend while at the same time undermining you. They act open and honest but they are not being straight with you. In fact, that sort of frenemy will never be straight with you. They try to hide their problems from people. This sort of frenemy pretends they have your best interests in mind when really, that is not the case. Some of them want to throw you under the bus. They may or may not know too much about you. This is why you have to dump frenemies since no good comes out of the frenemy relationship.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
Too Nice
During my junior year of high school, I started dating this girl. I fell for her hard. I think it was because she was sort of broken, like me. Her taste in music, her view on life, she was crazy smart, extremely beautiful, both inside and out. She was amazing. Her dad didn't allow her to date, so we would always have to sneak around, meet at random places and just hangout. I loved being with her, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, just sitting with her and staring out at the world. I fell in love with her pretty quickly, and even though we had to hide from almost everybody, it was great, or it was for me at least. At the end of the school year, she left for a bible camp, she was going to be gone for two weeks, and wasn't allowed to have her phone. Not being able to see her, or even talk to her, was horrible. I hated every second of it. I couldn't wait for her to get back. The morning she got back, I texted her, she didn't reply, so I waited a few hours and texted again, still nothing. I got a little worried, but knew everything would be okay, and just carried on my day as usual. I didn't hear from her until late that night, when I got her text, I just about fell out of my chair with excitement. I couldn't wait to talk to her, see her, hold her again. But when I read the text, my heart sank. "I'm sorry, we need to talk." I knew something bad was coming, so I tried to prepare myself for it, tried thinking of solutions before I even knew the problem.
By Jarod Tozier8 years ago in Humans
