humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Bad Girl House 17
My strong feelings about my hair come from many years of having very little control over my own hairstyle. As a child my grandma was the one who cut my hair. She really didn’t know what she was doing, which didn’t seem to matter to her or to my mother. My hair was hers to experiment on each time she found a cute picture in a magazine. I was often left with bangs whose length was determined at the point that they were finally perfectly straight. Throughout middle school my grandma gave me permanents that would have never been in style at any point in history. Most of my friends came to school with the big 80’s hair. They had the high bangs, the crimped waves, and always smelled of hairspray. A self proclaimed tom boy, during seventh grade I had the short hair to match. I was relentlessly teased, ironically by a girl with a very similar haircut. In high school I didn’t have a close group of friends that I hung out with to help me with things like hair and make up, so I did what I thought looked good at the time. Thankfully the evidence can now only be seen in pictures. In college I was finally just let my hair grow out and started leaving it alone instead of trying to overly style it. When I met John, he immediately told me that I allowed my hair to fall over my face because was using it as something to hide behind. From the very beginning he made me question my self confidence. Before Jess and Josh were born, he convinced me to cut my long hair off because a shorter hair style would be easier to take care of. It took more time to maintain, and I hated the way I looked. He knew that I treasured my long hair, but both times I gave in, instantly wishing that I hadn’t. It is very likely that John wanted to add to my already fragile self esteem, even though he insisted that he made the suggestions for my benefit. I began to feel much better as may hair gradually grew out again. I didn’t cut my hair before Nick was born, but about a year later, John told me that I deserved to make an appointment to have it permed. I hesitantly agreed, and the appointment was made. I had been going to the same hairdresser for some time, so it was good to see her again. She had given me that infamous hair cut some 15 years earlier, as well as the last two before having Jessica and Josh. The salon was very close to my grandparents’ house, so John was going to wait there with all three kids. My mom normally visited on Saturdays, so she would be there too. The plan was to go out to eat when I was finished.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Humans
The Man in the Funny Hat
Something happened today that I would like to share with you. There was a long queue at the bank. A man wearing a fedora hat was speaking very kindly and joking with the cashier. Amidst the miserable faces that stood in the orderly queue, he really stood out to me.
By Lee Risdale5 years ago in Humans
The Journey to Recovery!!
Well Hey There, On this Monday March 15. If you are reading this when its released, then you are like most of the world both remembering, and somewhat celebrating. Granted these acts of remembrance, and celebration are more through osmosis, but still a great time too chill indeed. I ask that with intense passion because truthfully, today, regardless of what it brings, will to history more than not present itself as a mere footnote. THINK ABOUT IT? Who actually remembers, unless you were one of those 1.4 million passionate high school, or college students who stormed out of your classes at the incitement, if you will of the Swedish, then 15 year old, Greta Thunberg. Or maybe you were one of those wondering where this child’s parents were, and how they stood by and watched as this girl literally disrupted the planet, calling for action against those destroying our planet. But even for you, that was a horrible president, and matching pandemic ago, That and the fact no one cares about science. Or at least not until it hits us square in the face.
By Erik DeSean Barrett5 years ago in Humans
Insanity at its best
Love is a funny thing. We spend so much time searching for love we miss it when it is right in front of us. We believe if those we love don't love us back that no one else will either, we forget the golden rule of first loving ourselves. We get upset when someone takes our love for granted and yet we take it for granted ourselves when we believe it will always be there for us and then mistreat it with cruel words and hurtful actions. If a man cheats on a woman does that mean every man will cheat? So why then do we subject those who have not done us wrong to negative treatment out of fear that they will do the same thing? I see so many give up on love because of one person's treatment of them and yet turn away from those who truly do love and care for them like they mean nothing. Hurt people will always hurt other people without even realizing it. I use to be one of those hurt people until I stepped back and took a second look then I realized those I thought cared where only using me and those who I thought didn't care enough were protecting me from their pain by keeping distance from me while I went through my pain so I wasn't dealing with theirs and mine at the same time.
By Jeanie White5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Daniel clutched his jacket as the wind picked up and he stuffed his hands angrily into his pockets as he made his way towards the train station 4 blocks down. It was 9pm when he left the store, just before closing. The walk was therapy on days like this, he could take some time to cool off. It was one of those days when his boss Mark decided it was a good day to make life miserable for Daniel. As he walked, Daniel saw a group of five men spill out of one of the buildings a few feet ahead. A few of them looked menacing and were engaged in a serious conversation. Instinctively, Daniel looked around for a way to avoid the group and his eyes darted towards a dimly lit alleyway a few feet away. He darted into the alley hoping that it was a shortcut. There was one light hanging from one of the buildings in the corridor. As he walked, he noticed that the alley turned left towards the main road; he breathed a short sigh of relief but bumped into one of the standing trash cans littering the area. The bump pushed him to step, trip and fall on the asphalt. Pain shot through his arm where he landed and as he looked around he saw what tripped him. A small black bag lay near his feet. It was slightly open and from what Daniel could tell there was money inside. Daniel picked up the bag and pulled the zipper an inch wider and sure enough there was money. Daniel’s heart leaped into his chest. This was a bag of money! A random bag of money laying here in an alley and he found it! Without thinking twice, Daniel quickly zipped up the bag and swung it over his back. He straightened his back and hurried out but the entire time his mind was giddy with excitement. As he stepped out onto the main street he looked to the left towards 50th street and saw that two of the men from the group were still talking. Daniel turned and pretended to calmly walk down the street he swung the bag in front of his chest to hide it in case one of the men might have recognized it. He walked briskly to the station, caught his train and made his way home.
By D'Andrea Writes5 years ago in Humans
