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!"
You Can't Be Nobody's Lover
There's a song that Ashford and Simpson did in the Good Old Days of Real Music called "Over & Over." The song says "Over and Over, Time Again, You can't be nobody's lover, till you're somebody's friend." This song has been resonating in my spirit for the last few days. It's something about those original school songs. They had a message. "Over and Over," also covered by the Late Sylvester, has a message of "Being Friends First." This song is still relevant to today's society in a time to where things are rushed ie marriage, relationships, life, and death.
By Merlin Mystique9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Gouge Out My Eyes Why Don’t You? I told DJ of the news and she gasped. Tears filled her eyes. So she left to be with him. Bryce, I mean. Who else? I mean, it’s his sister. Ok, that was stupid. Uh, why do I talk so choppy? That’s not the point. Anyways, I was almost jealous, that’s how upset she was. So I was alone in my studio. I looked around me, at the mirror me’s in the walls. I saw a girl in way over her head. I didn’t see me, the dancer. So I walked to the stereo, taking my jacket off along the way. I needed to decide, instrumental or lyrical? I chose lyrical, for a challenge. I chose "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. I stood with my legs crossed, bent to the side, arm over my head. On the first note, I rose. Spreading my arms wide, I twirled. When I rose from the twirl I leaped into the air in a spiral. I allowed myself to crumple into a ball. I let myself lay all the way flat on my back; I made my torso rise first. I pretended to walk out the door in a moonwalk fashion. I danced for hours. By the time I was finished it was late, like 1 am. I walked down the street to my apartment. I walked up the stairs, my body tired. So I barely made it into my living room. I collapsed into my easy chair. I felt sleep coming on, but I wanted to know if Sierra was ok. I practically crawled to my kitchen. I got a Monster Energy drink out of my fridge. These were usually for the days that I had late interviews or Bryce when he stayed with me. So there was no harm in taking one to run to the hospital. I popped the top on it and sat with my back against the fridge door. I gingerly sipped the substance. The liquid burned my throat as it travelled into my stomach. I felt it spread from my core, almost like when you’re cold and you drink hot cocoa. I felt it spread into my arms, my legs. Warmth. With the Monster it was energy. I got up ten minutes later when I finished it.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
When Your Best Friend Surprises You/How to Create New Friendships
The most awkward thing that can ever happen to you is your best friend trying to surprise you; you know when you hate surprises but they still try to do something nice for you? It's still a surprise even though you know who it's from.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter 1
Dance, Karli, you’re depending on this show, I thought. I sighed, waiting for the music. I was dancing Lyrical today. The song was Dancing Queen by ABBA. It was seventies week this week, so I went with Lyrical. Lyrical was sometimes really easy and sometimes really hard. I’d contemplated not dancing, but if I was absent without an excuse, I’d be kicked out of my Dance School. If I didn’t dance, my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) would kick back in. That surely wouldn’t be a good thing. Winding up in the loony bin is NEVER a good thing.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
Time To Say Goodbye
I met my best friend my freshman year of college. We were part of a larger group of friends who were so close we were practically inseparable. During second semester of that year, two of our friends studied abroad, so the rest of us bonded even further to cement the foundation of our group. This was the semester my best friend truly became my best friend.
By J.C. Marie9 years ago in Humans
I Was Eleven
I was eleven with the body of a sixteen-year-old. The hormones raging through my system mimicked what I looked like on the outside. I was the perfect storm. I was the perfect target. I was coming into womanhood and trying to find myself. There were plenty of guys willing to show me the way. One in particular just decided to be all too aggressive about it. He was the step-brother of my best friend at the time, Harry. I hardly knew anything about him except that he seemed a like a goofy teenager. I just wish it could have all remained fun and games.
By Tiffany Thompson9 years ago in Humans
Rainbow Girl
I didn’t see the rainbow girl for quite sometime after that. Christmas came and went, as well as New Year. My grandparents Olga and Delio came to visit, and so did my brother Marco and his boyfriend Neri, so I didn’t go back to Portugal for the holidays.
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
