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!"
What to Say When You Are at a Loss for Words
There are so many times in life when you want to say something, but don’t know how to put it into words. Are you worried that you might say or do the wrong thing? This is a common worry, that many of us face. This fear can stop us from reaching out, during times when we are needed the most. Below I have outlined some helpful tips, for dealing with some of the most difficult situations.
By Nicole (Nikki) M.8 years ago in Humans
To the Lost and Lonely People in the World
So I've never been one to have a lot of friends. I had a small group of friends from the start. Over the years, you can imagine how that small group slowly decreased in numbers until there was just me and one other person left in that group. Last night, that last person and I had a falling out. Now I'm not placing that blame solely on their shoulders for we both share the blame equally. Words were said that you can never take back. Now I'm not saying this was our worst fight either, there have been plenty of them before now but this one was different. At least for me it was. Normally when we fight, I would have a little sad episode and cry a few tears for about 30 minutes before I'd move on and soon they would move on as well then we'd be friends again. No, last night was totally different. I sat in my room with them just a few feet from me and just moved on. It occurred to me that this has been the very same vicious cycle I was just speaking to a close family member about earlier that day. The cycle goes like this:
By Erika Vemeulen8 years ago in Humans
And Then I Was Told, "You Are a Feminist"
Among the many misinterpretations about feminism that I’ve come across on social media and in person, this was yet another bizarre example. I live with a mixture of people, some very clear advocates of feminism, some feminists who do not feel the need to explicitly mention their stance and some who say they are feminists because it’s “cool.” Allow me to explain. The first kind is women who are vocal about the discrimination faced by women, who will raise an eyebrow at every stereotypical comment about girls, and who are very happy to debate about why the ideology of feminism is important. In the second category fall people who will joke about gender roles in a sarcastic tone, will believe in equal rights, but will explain this principle only when there’s an obvious misunderstanding about its nature. The third kind, the peculiar kind of people are those who advocate themselves as feminists but still want their future wife to be home before they return from work. They say they want a working wife because they find it attractive. The first two kinds have been trying to understand this logic for a few months now, but have failed. So, I’ll try to write it down instead.
By Tanvi Patel8 years ago in Humans
How the Mind of Maurice Bernier Works!
In this article, I decided that I need to do something different. I needed a subject that needed to be examined and thoroughly analyzed. I needed a subject that is so elusive that even the psychological FBI of the mental health world would have a tough time locating it. So, I decided that the subject that needed to be placed under the microscope today is...ME!
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Humans
My Red Thread
There’s been a common story about the red thread of fate that binds people together. An ancient Chinese belief is that an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet or be together regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch and tangle but it will never break. It is a similar concept of soul mates or that there is only one person out there specifically designed for us.
By Emma Bisel8 years ago in Humans
"It's Cruel, Mickey"
The main hangout for the kids of Mavis street was the “El Mercado,” a mini-shopping plaza of little quaint shops located across the street from the Model Market, only a five-minute walk from those small middle-class houses we all called “home.” In the middle of the “El Mercado” was a modestly tiled water fountain which served as the hub for a fish restaurant, a jewelry store, a travel agency, a rattan furniture store, a tobacco shop, a barber shop and a large toy store. Inside my favorite store, old Mrs. Sund’s toy store, were many tables filled with an assortment of cheap plastic toys, most of which were manufactured in Japan; other toys that were not so cheap like “Robot Commando,” “Mr. Machine,” and “The Great Garloo”; a plethora of various kinds of candy, and of course, baseball cards.
By Stark Hunter8 years ago in Humans
Friendship v. Individuality
I believe individuals can be intriguing with good first impressions. Every person regardless of their race, religion, age or background has their own story and every changing personality that separates them from another individual. Even a person that may seem similar to you or someone else you know are not exactly the same, because their own experiences in some way shaped how they formed their sense of morality, and beliefs are very dissimilar.
By Myles D. Goethe8 years ago in Humans
I Didn't Ever Cry for Attention
So, I've been told a couple of times that people think I cry because I want attention from everyone who breathes. That's honestly the funniest assumption I've heard about me, and I've been called a lot of things ranging from your average "bitch" behind my back to people calling me a bomb-carrying "terrorist" to my face. And I may be a bitch (I'm not a terrorist), but I don't cry for attention.
By Bushra Shahriar8 years ago in Humans
Success Is the Very Best Weapon!
If you were to ask somebody for the meaning of success, they would probably define it in terms of money, status, or anything else. According to Wikipedia, it may refer to "attainment of higher social status, achievement of a goal, for example, academic achievement or the opposite of failure." All are correct. No argument from me, but I wish to add one more. It is the refusal to abandon one's personal goal no matter how much another person tries to keep you from reaching your goal. Once you can stick to your goal, despite the negativity, you can achieve success by all definitions.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Humans
It's in the Journey, Not the Destination
This is me, on one of the happiest days of my life. Actually, my happiest day in about three years. I was with one of my favorite humans, about an hour north of Steamboat Springs, CO standing on a mountain just before sunset. He took this picture. In this moment, that he caught so authentically, I was barely wearing any makeup, and I felt like the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing creature on the planet. I felt real. I felt seen.See this friend, he's not just any friend. He's the friend that after my divorce a year ago, I heard a song and thought of him. He's the friend that after I sent him that song, wrote back and became my friend again, even though we hadn't spoken in years. He's the friend that speaks my language of crazy and travel and joy, the exact same way. As he says, "Our souls mirror each other." So this moment, it was a big moment. Big feels. Real feels. And I was high. Cuz, you know—Colorado.
By Heather Clarke8 years ago in Humans
