humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
BLIND FAITH
When I ended my call with Jane, I was angry and so frustrated I didn’t know what to do with myself. Jane was a very dear friend but unfortunately for me, a hopeless romantic. She just couldn’t understand why I was so mad at her for setting me up on a blind date.
By Margaret Flood5 years ago in Humans
It’s Not a Date Madame
At sundry times, in a distant yesteryear, there was a certain friend of mine that called to something inside of me. He was chivalry personified collectively: honor, courage and courtesy are the words. How could all this be true? If you’re wondering who’s that? He’s my dream, my friend, my superhero, the caretaker, the glee maker, the love giver, the gift giver, my pleasure satisfier, the kiss craver, my sire. This is more than what I had thought of him at first. Now, I want him so. I want to be fantastic like that for my Vincent too. I realized all this for the first time when . . . Now let me start from the beginning. How and where do I begin to tell this?
By Jessica Granados5 years ago in Humans
One Glass Of Wine
It’s been three months since my divorce and I keep coming back to the same bar where I met my ex-husband. A romantic might say it’s because I’m trying to get lost in the memories of the good times. A cynic might say it’s because I know there’s nothing for me here, so it’s safe. An honest person might say it’s a little bit of both.
By Randi O'Malley Smith5 years ago in Humans
Leaving Separation for Gratitude of Differences within the Community of Humanity
We often find ourselves in turmoil due to not accepting other ways or opinions. The other we create are pinned as the outsider and often too many times hated. We are stuck in thinking our opinion is the only one and is always right. In this mind frame we can't come from a place of understanding. Instead, we create anger inside ourselves, feeling like the victim, because someone doesn't agree with us. In reality we are a victim self-created from self-hatred and lack of acceptance. If we need to be right so much so as to be angry, we are coming from a place of separation and fear.
By Fallon Hookailo5 years ago in Humans
Man in a Bra
You might think I’ve jumped ship on being a man. Well, that was my wife’s immediate concern when I told her that I wanted to start wearing women’s underwear. After all, she wants to be married to a man, and not a woman, so if the transgendered conversation was getting started she wanted to know about it.
By Justin Mikkelsen5 years ago in Humans
So You're Working Class Now?
I am working class and from Finglas, Dublin. I may have moved around the country a lot (probably about 8 different houses before the age of 9) before we settled in Dublin in the early '90s but I consider Finglas my home. However, I was kind of in a weird situation, because I was never really considered middle-class or working-class in any proper sense of the word. At various stages I was considered ‘posh’, was picked on in my area and in school, and found it difficult to make friends locally because my parents, who thought they were protecting me, wouldn’t let me associate with people nearby. However, despite their best efforts and what-not, I was still considered ‘common’ by more middle-class families and likewise, people weren’t allowed to hang around with me. Also, I feel that the ‘working class’ label has worked to my disadvantage in college and lead to people severely underestimating me. I mean, I don’t know what I am, although once I say Finglas with my glorious accent the decision is taken out of my hands. But I kinda dislike poshos anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter.
By Caroline Egan5 years ago in Humans
Reporting Honestly
The sun was a shock as I walked out of one the four large buildings that perfectly matched the other 3 buildings in its cluster on the expansive corporate campus. With squinted, watering eyes, I walked briskly toward the bus stop while I simultaneously reached back to check my backpack's side pocket for my bus pass. The search was a little treacherous because the pocket was full of haphazardly placed mechanical pencils with the exposed lead side up. I silently criticized myself again for not putting them in there in a more orderly fashion, and for not being a more orderly person in general. The criticism wasn't in the form of words, it was more of a feeling of disapproval issued from myself to myself. Lately, my life had become, largely, trying to squeeze as much productivity as possible out of each and every minute. Wasting mental energy, even for just a second, on disheveled pencils that are in the way of knowing whether or not I had my backpack, felt enormously expensive.
By CoffeeBean5 years ago in Humans
The Impact Of #MeToo
If you think the #MeToo movement was about just getting men in power fired...you are surely wrong. It's a movement empowering women to start to publicly come out against sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and other allegations of sex crimes.
By Brandon Leuangpaseuth5 years ago in Humans
No Tea, No Sanity (Part 2)
One way or another, he’ll come back to me. He’s blocked me everywhere and he’s stealing my online presence from me. Christian and I are stronger together than apart. I miss the bickering and the plate smashing and the saucy make-up sex that came after it. We’ve had children too, not always together but we do love them. I love the attention I got from being pregnant, but I had no maternal instinct. I let my cousin adopt them in the end. I’ve not seen any of them since. Sounds harsh, but that’s the way it is. Violet wanted kids and couldn’t have any. Christian was too busy pumping iron with his customers to care about them. It all worked out in the end.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
No Tea, No Sanity (Part 1)
They call me many things; an influencer, a model, a vixen, a diva, a beauty-queen and a bitch. Lavender Unicorn is what I choose to go by. My real last name is Knickers, but don’t you dare use it. Every-time they called my name out in school, I wanted to hang my head in shame. Bullies on the playground traumatised me for life. Back then, I didn’t want to be myself anymore. With the power of make-up, I could be whatever I wanted to be. I’ve been working on myself for years since I left high school. I don’t have the fancy degrees that society expects you to have, but I have a multi-million dollar company that I started in my bedroom. That’s gotta make up for it.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
