humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Half Day, Full Cooler
I haven't posted any journal entries in a while. My life has been more packed than its ever been. Working full time definitely takes up most of my hours but writing a novel, doing marketing and advertising for the novel and trying to purchase a home all simultaneously leaves little time for posting. Even less for hunting and fishing. At this point of my life I take any opportunity I can to do what I love. So when I found that one of my favorite charter vessels were doing half day fishing trips, I signed me and my father up for a trip this past Friday.
By Cameron Johnson 5 years ago in Humans
Narcissist
The narcissist is the opposite of a warrior. He or she is nothing more than a coward. They are so developmentally arrested; their behavior resembles that of a five-year-old in an adult body. Their tactics are yet more sophisticated over time, but inside it is the same person, terrified of being exposed, rejected, and abandoned. That's why they go on demolishing others to get a momentary high of superiority.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Humans
A World Unkown
I never thought one conversation could be so eye-opening. Justin, a local indigenous worker had made me realize what I was so blindly ignorant to. It was a culture shock. Watching a father and his son sled dog across a frozen Hudson’s Bay, with two foxes and a rabbit attached to their sled, rifle holstered at their waist. Oscar, our beautifully named Arctic Fox whose fur was scarred red by the dust of the iron they had been mining. I was so numb to my comfortable idolized society that I couldn’t appreciate the reality I live in. I had to come to my senses by stepping into a world unknown.
By Riley Fonger5 years ago in Humans
Going Inward.
It was Good Friday when I decided to dive head first down the rabbit hole. I had inadvertently clicked on a reel posted by someone on Instagram that took me to the page of a woman talking about the moon being a satellite that is used to control the minds of the masses (without getting into this in depth right now the moon controls our oceans and seas and as the human body is also made up of 60-70% water the theory is that the moon is therefore able to manipulate us too [just speak to any doctor or nurse who works in the ER and they will tell you how many more “crazies” they get coming in around the full moon]. Anyway, I digress).
By Charlotte Jackson5 years ago in Humans
Time to quit the quitter
Spring 2020 found me in over my head and overwhelmed. I know what you’re thinking, and no it didn’t have anything to do with COVID. This was actually just before that all got under way (and by that I mean literally two weeks before). The set up was such: I was playing the role of Feste the Jester in a community theatre production of Twelfth Night which basically means I was the second biggest role in the show and I was running from work to rehearsal multiple nights a week; frankly I was not loving it. Even with all of that going on I thought it was a fine idea to join another musical, a small highschool-college group putting on Disney’s Newsies in which I played the role of Race, the seventh biggest role. It was about that time, thinking about going from one rehearsal to another rehearsal I realized I was in way over my head. My first course of action wasn’t the best, but it also wasn’t the easiest. Obviously, drop out of one of the shows, Twelfth Night, because I had actually committed to Newsies first. That seemed like a good idea so I called my producer on the telly and told him “hey man, I can’t do the show.” He gave me a good talking to (like any good producer would) and we came to a compromise where I could stay in both shows and simply attend less rehearsals. Problem solved right?
By alan pierce5 years ago in Humans
An Irishman Walks into a Bar
Rosie leaned her head against the sideboard of the train. She lazily gazed at the massive waves crashing along the Southern California coast. It was the time of day she referred to as the golden hour, right before sunset . The Surfliner Express was taking her as far south as Los Angeles, where she'd have to decide what her plans would be from there. Rosie bought a ticket on a whim. The train just happened to be pulling into the station as she was walking by.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Humans
Finding Me At 33
As I stood beside my 2013 Jetta Volkswagon pumping gas with my daughter occupying the passenger seat, my son in the back andmy service dog Pretzel, I hear a lady shouting from across the store lot. " Hey Ma'am, Hey!" I realized I was the subject of her attention, a bit confused and caught off guard I made the "what's up" head motion to declare that she had my attention, and her next four words have rearranged my entire persona of me, she simply said, "I like your style!" I awkwardly smiled and yelled back a "thank you," as I finished pumping my gas, screwed in my gas cap and got in my car to drive away, those words "I like Your Style" perplexed me. I wondered was she referring to my physical appearance, of my one side shaved head and short hair parted in the middle swooped to the other side, that is now dyed blue, my numerous tattoos, the one on my throat of an octopus being started two days prior along with a septum piercing. Perhaps it was just my choice in clothing, being I was wearing rainbow colored skull leggings and a black t-shirt, or was it a combination of it all? Over the next several weeks I contemplated this enigma of what my style actually was, who I was, what made my style me, what was so intriguing about my style that it was worthy of being mine? Allow me to first introduce myself, my name is Angela, I am a 33 year old bisexual, recovering heroin addict, and single mother of two human children ages 16 and 8, and my 5 year old service dog, Pretzel, a chocolate lab and pit bull mix. I currently have tattoos covering my neck with a sugar skull dog on the right side for my daughter a wolf on the left side for my son and a fairly new start of an octopus on my throat for myself, our favorite animals, my left hand is adorned with an alien head surrounded by watercolor splashes and the symbol for Atheism on the alien's forehand, my right hand is a beautiful sugar skull lady, my arms contain the likes of a monkey, a mandala skull and diamond, the side silhouette of a nude female Japanese warrior yielding a katana, a rainbow colored Phoenix bird. Then there is the phrase "Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned" emblazed across my upper chest, "He Was My Karma" scrawled across my left side ribcage, and a tribute piece to a deceased friend on the back of my right calf, I for sure don't have enough and will have my body illustrated by talented tattoo artists as my life adventure continues. I have my septum pierced, and a few ear piercings, my hair is shaved short on the right side and back, parted on the side with short hair swooping across to the left side and is currently colored a dark blueish purple, though this could change instantly, my hair has been nearly every color of the rainbow, with jet black being my natural color. My eyes, my best feature, are the color of cat eyes, a yellowish green and big, I have freckles speckled about the pale skin of my thick, chubby, and in my opinion fat body. I stand a whopping 5 feet tall and weigh more than what I would prefer at 140 pounds. My wardrobe is comprised mainly of leggings, most with skulls in some fashion, numerous black shirts, leopard print anything, and the same black faux quilted leather shoes. I wear makeup when the occasion is fitting and majority of the time I am wearing some long fake nails with weird or unusual art painted on them, I love being a woman and embracing the aspects that summon my inner goddess!
By Angela Gay5 years ago in Humans
Knowing of the Unknown:
Today is April 3rd. A lot has happened since I last posted part 2 of my experience with Covid-19. I wasn't feeling well enough to write so I haven't been able to be as "real time" as I had thought. I want to start with March 30th. On that day, I thought my symptoms were more manageable than the last few days. Things were looking up. Breathing wasn't labored, My blood oxygen level was maintaining between 98-100% and I wasn't feeling as run down so I was able to go outside for awhile. We had no snow on the ground, so I had decided to try to rake a little of our yard so that we could get ahead on spring cleaning. I was able to last about 20 minutes before I had to stop. I was becoming tired very fast which I expected. I was still able to get some stuff done which was a plus. Mind you, I was still dealing with what I'd call lung and throat burn and moments of dizziness but It wasn't enough to incapacitate or drag me down too hard. It felt good to be able to do something after feeling so ill for over 10 days.
By Ash Fagnant5 years ago in Humans
Is People-Pleasing Contagious?
In matters of social and professional interactions, people pleasing is rapidly becoming the new politically correct behavior. Is it a new pandemic and more important, is it contagious? You better be nice to everyone and it seems like "Everything little Thing Matters."
By Eric Stone5 years ago in Humans
