humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Hell of a Life
Hell Of A Life By Rob Teller It all starts when I was born. Before I even came out of the womb, I almost died, choking on my umbilical cord. Was this a sign to come, maybe God saying I think we can take him back, the world doesn’t need him. His future is interesting to say the least. All at once they cut the cord, and the doctor spanked my ass and handed me off to my mother. Life had just begun for me. If I knew I was going to be divorced, a nudist, ex Mormon, broke, depressed, and suicidal all before I turned thirty, I would have tried to crawl back up in that sweet womb, my home for the last nine months. Alas it was not to be.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Humans
The Time I Was Just A Big Joke To Old Friends
North Hollywood, 2015 I sat there in the ticketing booth, playing both House Manager, Stage Manager, Writer and Director for my first-ever produced play, Clarence Wakefield is Falling Apart. In our little 42 seat theatre, maybe half of the tickets had sold for the night, culled from foot traffic and an aggressively annoying online marketing campaign to get people to show up.
By Andrew Martin Dodson5 years ago in Humans
Artistic Solace
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
By Joannis Rodon5 years ago in Humans
The Boat Life
Time is no longer important to me. My timekeeping used to be controlled by luxury items like phones, smartwatches, and clocks. I now depend on the sun. As I watch the sunrise and sunset, I am reminded that I am alive and have more time to live. Rather than appreciating that time, I feel miserable. The oceans disgust me, eating fish every day makes me sick to my stomach, and I miss my family. My sailing has been going on for months now, and I'm getting lonely. It's hard not to miss my dad's horrible jokes and my mom's home-cooked meals. The worst part of the night is when I cannot hear someone else's voice. Cold winds whisper to me and the salty water smell creeps up my nostrils. I used to idolize people who left everything behind to embark on the great adventure of boating, but now it's the only way to survive. During these difficult times, my heart-shaped locket gives me strength. Before my life took a turn for the worse, my parents gave me this locket. I felt like they knew I wouldn't see them again. As a graduation gift, my parents got me a boat and I made a plan to travel on it during the summer. I wanted them to come with me, but they chose to stay home and take care of the place instead. I remember being told it was my time to travel the world and I thought I was ready. A couple of weeks into my travels I stopped at a boat-friendly restaurant in the Carolinas. I grabbed dinner, watched the news, and was left shocked. According to reports, a series of Tsunamis will occur over the next couple of days, submerging half the world's cities. While most people ignored the threat, others prepared for the worst. To be safe, I kept my boat docked for a few days. I had no choice but to leave, even though it was never safe to go. The tsunamis were devastating. There is no land left. Those in possession of boats were in better shape than those without. Even though I spent many days contemplating what had just happened, I could not turn back. I have only one thing I can do at this point in my life: hold onto hope. Depending on your perspective, hope can leave you feeling either motivated or empty. It is really important for me to be happy again, so I am trying, but it is exhausting. I know I am not the only one left. I have seen boats past me while I scream for their attention but no one ever stops. I am on a never-ending cycle of water trying to find someone to relate to. The rich people laugh in their yachts with seafood platters. While the poor people sit for hours waiting to catch a fish. You all know what side of the spectrum I sit on. I sail now to try and find more people who are as frustrated as I am. I need things to start making sense again. As the waves hit my boat, I can feel my motivation rising. Today will be the day that I bring people together. After a couple of hours of sailing, I saw a boat docked. I dock right beside it and find a man named Hunter. He looks as surprised as I. We talked for a couple of hours and he came onto my ship. I finally was no longer alone. He was the same age as me and carried himself in the same way. We made a plan to get the rich people's attention and help the few people left in the world. We just needed to find them. We will find them.
By Summer Jordan5 years ago in Humans
Lies In Ruins
The dark Christ statue was judging her. So were the dark people in this church. Norma had walked in during the middle of Sunday service, not caring how they stared at her. She was on a mission for forgiveness and redemption. However, if it hinged on this judgy Jesus, she may be out of luck.
By Lynn Jordan5 years ago in Humans
