humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
How a Car Wreck Left me Homeless
“Were you the one who called 911?” The officer asked as he approached, mask on, pen and notepad in hand. “Yeah, I’m the one who called,” I responded, still slightly in shock that I almost didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face. I had never been in a car accident before, never with me behind the wheel anyway. I’ve seen many as an EMT and I always responded just the way an EMT should; calm, controlled, focused, concerned for the patient’s health and safety but emotionally detached.
By Cat Brooks5 years ago in Humans
Justice Rising Part Two
Dedicated to the people who have not made it harder, the people who could do nothing other than spread the word, and be my support system when my friends all turned their backs on me..the Men who remind me they don't agree with the what has been done and believe, and believe in me. The kind words, the not looking at me like I am to be blamed, for looking past the imperfections..to all of you..you are my heart. To the ones who hold the other men who didn't act or do anything right accountable ..thank you.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Humans
THE MYSTERY OF HAIR
Hair, the ubiquitous appendage of all humans. It comes in many shapes and textures. It runs the gamut from jet black to raspberry red. Its’ texture varies from silky blonde to soft woolen nap. The fact that it's care and styling is an industry of over $93 billion dollars worldwide and $20 billion in the United States speaks to it importance in the lives of humans. Have you considered that your hair may be more than just something to make you look good? This can be summed up quite nicely in the Biblical aphorism” Hair is a women's glory". Men are included in that pithy saying as well and always have been. Just think of the haircuts, mustache and beard oils, creams and pomades men have used over the centuries but are just now more noticeable.
By Abdul Al Hakim5 years ago in Humans
Tough boys wear eye shadow
The tough exterior of a hard working tradesman hides a little known fact than many choose never to admit to anyone little alone themselves. Now most of us are in acquaintance to a typical tradesperson, hard working, dirty, strong, completely capable in many a field, independent and typically very manly. But it is a little known fact that these stereotypical men are very adept at the art of make-up. It is not necessarily what you my be thinking, grown men standing around the workplace comparing the latest collection from Jeffery Starr, or the newest lip glosses bought out by the it girl of the moment. No, no, there is more to this than meets the eye.
By Noelene Weston5 years ago in Humans
Shoulda, Coulda, Wouldas.....
I have never been a woman with very many regrets in life, until now. With the Pandemic and Civil unrest, I have not been confident with anything or any decisions I have made lately. I guess I could contribute it to too much alone time. Too much time to think, too much time to miss things and people that I shouldn’t. I went online and Googled how to relax and meditate as I heard this is one way to make it through the Pandemic without pulling out all of your hair or committing a heinous crime.
By Drama Kueen 5 years ago in Humans
Soft
I am soft. I was born soft. I was loved softly by my mother. She cultivated my softness with a thousand tender kisses and so many million hugs. She would lay with me each night and hold me as I drifted off to sleep. I would find her in her bed each morning and slide under her covers to cuddle with her waking warmth. She would hold my hand and dig her long, painted nails under mine gently as if the two could become one. She would smile, kiss my head, and hug me tight. Then we would wrestle until she pinned my little four-year-old arms above my head to tickle me, making me squeal insanely with maniacal laughter, and I loved it. I would wrestle loose and pull my arms down to protect my vulnerable armpits. Then, I’d smile and say, “do it again, mommy. Please, do it again.” And, she would.
By David Baraza5 years ago in Humans
Quarantine Life
As I lay here in my bedroom, looking out at the rain through my window, my mind starts to go back to a place I once knew. I have a few things that I need to do today, but it is so cold out, I don't feel like getting up at all. I just want to stay in my warm bed, next to my mini heater I just bought online. My PJ's this morning are my most worn pair, you know, the ones your mother tells you to throw away, but they are just too damn sentimental. This shirt happens to be an old Navy t-shirt my father gave to me when I was 12 and had nothing else to wear after getting out the pool in our old condo. I picture myself making some coffee, a little breakfast, then calling an old friend to just laugh and catch up on life. Not today. Today, I just can't do it. I want to just lay here and pray every hour that goes by can quickly make the sun go down and the moon come to my rescue. Here I am ordering a take-out breakfast burrito again. This habit is becoming pretty freaking expensive. I know I need to stop soon but I probably won't because I can't seem to find it in me to walk over to the kitchen and get any kind of ingredients together to feed myself. Is this just me? Does anyone else feel this way a little bit more now since the oh-so canceled year of 2020? Well, either way, I will be honest and say I am a hot damn mess. At first, I thought, "yes! working from home would be a dream!" until I stopped wearing makeup, doing my hair really, or even getting out of my pajamas on most days. I mean, no one is going to see me anyways so what is the point. Ugh, this whole thing has just made me feel so alone. It's honestly not the fact that I don't see people in person anymore. I am an introvert so naturally I enjoy being alone anyways. I just feel like these days, its society, it's expectations, it's being part of a world that values likes and views more than true values and friendship. Living in a city where you can know so many people, but still trust no one. A place where where people determine your attractiveness with a swipe to the right or left. Most of my days are like these, staring out of my window, longing to escape from here, to a better world. A more, empathetic one I guess you can say. A less self-centered one. Sometimes I am envious of the ones who have passed. Are they happier? Is life a little better, a bit more bearable on the other side? Because I just don't know how I can keep doing this. It is the same thing. Every. Single. Day Sometimes I wish I had SOS written on my forehead so someone would just ask me if I'm okay. Do people even do that anymore? Just. Ask? It's still the early afternoon but I think I may just take a nap so my day can go by. I can't bear the thought of trying to fill it in with things I just don't want to do. Pre-2020, I miss you so much and I hope things start to get better.
By Beautiful_Disaster5 years ago in Humans
The Loneliest Year: Part Five
July 2020 On July 4th, I walked for seven hours and surpassed 40,000 steps. I’d hoped to hear from Jesse on the 4th, and while I was at the grocery store, I heard his voice—from my earphones when my iTunes shuffle played a song from a musical he performed in years ago.
By Navaris Darson5 years ago in Humans
