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!"

Ditching Toxic Friends
Finding good friends is just like dating. You can't just be friends with just anyone. It has to be the right fit; there has to be some chemistry, shared interests, similar senses of humour and the intention to be there for one enough through thick and thin.
By May Dawn8 years ago in Humans
Suicide
My best friend, Becky, committed suicide last year and I don't know if I'm allowed to mourn loosing her. She and I used to be so close. We met in jr. high school and up until senior year we were attached at the hip.
By Katie Gregoire8 years ago in Humans
My Ex-Best Friend
I was 17 when I lost my best friend after almost 4 strong years of friendship. I had met her the summer going into our freshmen year through a mutual friend. She had been through it all with me. Every up and down we had through out the treacherous years of high school we spent together. We cried together, and we laughed together. To this day she is still the only friend I've ever clicked that way with. We were the same person and we understood each other better than anyone ever could. And thats why it broke my heart when I lost her.
By A R8 years ago in Humans
Friends
On the few occasions I had alone to myself, I'd often sit and wonder what my life would be like if I had acted differently back in high school. If I had left behind those toxic people as soon as I had known them to be toxic. Surely I would have no one, since I was never really one to make my own friends. The people I did talk with, I only knew by association. This I found, always made me a second class friend, or a low priority. I have made maybe two or three friends on my own, all of which I am still close with; but the others always drifted and seemed to take anyone else's side before they would ever take mine. In my few acts of quiet defiance, I would slip away from the lunch table and fail to return for a number of weeks—an absence that would more often than not go unnoticed, as though I was a ghost that no one could see anyways. Of course time passes and things blow over until the next thing comes along and bends the fabric of any chemistry I had with anyone. It has been a sort of cycle that I've become accustomed to. Unfortunately, I have become all to comfortable being left out, forgotten, and all but invisible to those I choose to place myself with.
By Adrien Stillwell8 years ago in Humans
Comprehending Death
First of all, imagine something for me. Imagine someone, it’s imperative that this someone is close to you, maybe the colleague at work that has a great back-and-forth as well as heart-to-hearts with you now and then, or the jovial character that causes mischief, possibly like a younger brother influence in you life. Regardless of who you choose, you’ve known them for some time, enough so that they are regarded as a friend, someone that has touched your life, gently or otherwise.
By Scott8 years ago in Humans
When the Rain Stopped
February always seemed like a long month to me—ironic for how short it actually is. When the Rain Stopped The days dragged on with the sun rarely making an appearance and the sky dumping buckets of rain. I laid in bed relaxing after dance practice when a sudden wave of happiness compelled me; school was going well (even for a freshman), I had amazing friends, and dance could not be going any better. I picked up my phone and dialed speed dial two.
By Holy Prat8 years ago in Humans
In Loving Memory
(The names in this story have been changed for personal reasons.) It was a hot, Southern California summer day, I was waiting with some of my friends to go to to summer camp with some friends from my local church. Surprised, I see a good friend of mine and her husband at my church's book store (she didn't attend that church so seeing her there was out of the ordinary). "Hey, what are you doing here?" I said, "We're just here to buy a couple of books we've been meaning to read, what about you?" I let them know I was on my way to camp and that I'll be back by the next "family night" with all of our friends at their house (we were a tight-knit group). "I guess I'll see you Thursday then." Those were the last words I said to her.
By Carlos Rivera8 years ago in Humans
Reminiscing on a Warm Summer's Eve
June 26th, 2017 I wince as I have to push the pedals on my bike back a little. At fifteen, I should be able to ride a bike as easily as I can write my name, but I can’t. I have to get the right amount of leverage to get that initial push, that beginning roll of the wheels. Otherwise, I lose my balance and hope I can catch myself before the pavement does. My legs are too short for my bike, and my toes can barely touch the ground when I’ve mounted my silver steed. Well, silver is a bit of a stretch. My bike, or, more accurately, my mother’s bike, is a decade-old, dull-magenta mountain bike. It doesn’t have a kickstand, but it does have a massive turquoise basket strapped to the handle bars. My dad and I picked it out together at our local Target.
By Anya B8 years ago in Humans
Anonymous
She loves the feeling of being anonymous. No one knows the house she grew up in, what career she has, who the last person she kissed was, what she does when no one is looking or where she is going. She might not be sure where she is headed herself. She walks down the street often too briskly, occasionally too slowly. Trying to find her own style and tempo, caught up in what others think of this stranger they see. With each new melody that pounds through her headphones into her ears, her speed matches the beat. She is never fully satisfied with the way her foot lands in her shoe with each step. How much do you present to the world by the way in which we move ourselves in any one direction?
By Maddie Rainey8 years ago in Humans
Different
"Once upon a time, in a land far beyond our moon, beyond the great expanse of time and space, there lived a girl, and a boy. The little girl and the little boy were best friends, and while they loved each other dearly, they were just that, best friends. They laughed together and played together. They fought with each other, and when they made up with each other, they would throw paper airplanes at the other with messages written inside, such as 'Sorry I suck. Make up cookies at my house?' They loved each other, and they grew up that way.
By Jess Wigley8 years ago in Humans
Friends
Throughout our life, we come across a magnitude of different people who become our friends. You bump into this person while growing up and have the same interests or like each other so you decide "HEY! Let's tell each other stuff about each other!"
By Ashley Tolbert8 years ago in Humans
Adulting 101: How to Make Friends
I grew up in a tight-knit community. Throughout my life, friendships always formed naturally, whether in the neighborhood or the school I attended from kindergarten to the twelfth grade. My parents were also youth leaders in our church, so I made lots of friends with kids from other schools in my city. I was close with the same kids until we graduated and dispersed for the next step in life. To this day, we still keep in touch; they were a vital part of who I am as a person.
By Josie8 years ago in Humans