humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I don't want to buy you expensive candy
Valentine's Day Sucks. Period. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Love. I'm currently engaged to my best friend, things are looking up, but Valentine's Day? More like Over-Commercialized-Pricy-Chocolate Day. Most national 'Gift-Giving' holidays are a social construct designed to manipulate the bourgeoisie into spending too much of their hard earned cash on color-coded, seasonally-flavored junk food, and Valentine's Day is the worst.
By Phoenix Kemp5 years ago in Humans
This Wasn’t Cupid
The assignment is to create an anti-Valentine’s playlist. Perhaps if I had ever created a pro-Valentine’s day playlist, this would feel easier to achieve. My history with this romantic day have more often than not included my single self, serial killer documentaries, lots of snacks and often a bottle of wine (you know…for romance). In between these I have one year that included a first date where I took a rough tumble on the ski hill. I spent most of the day in the chalet drinking vodka cocktails and proceeded to continue on with normal life for 3 days before ending up in the emergency room with a broken arm. I really should have understood the universe was sending me a message…but it sounded more like a “memorable first date story”. Oops. Then there was the year I got stood up. It wound up being a fun time with a group seated next to me that eventually realized no one would be joining me at the table. And then along came 2010. A year that also produced an album that will forever be known as the soundtrack to that insane chapter of my life.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Humans
Waiting to Strike
I try to tell myself that good things will come when they are meant to. Because that’s fate right? It’s always fate, it’s always a waiting game. I’ve played that game for years… waiting to finish school. Waiting to meet that special someone. Waiting to start my career. Waiting. Waiting to free myself of the chains of an abusive relationship. Waiting to fix every wrong. Waiting to find every right.
By Colorful Chaotic5 years ago in Humans
Judgement
The title of this article may seem confusing, so allow me the opportunity to shed a little light on perception. Things aren’t always what they seem to be. One observation made in any possible moment has the ability to be negated. For instance, a person holding a teacup poodle may be observed, perceived, or judged in any manner and sed “observations” may be true in one moment. However, in another moment they may no longer hold “true”. This has held “true” with various observations in the world. One moment something is held as a “fact” or widely held belief and in the next, its collapsed into nothingness. Often, new information presents itself that alter or completely change the previously held belief. Hence, the term “Ghost” used in the title. Life is constantly changing, and what appears solid can easily fade into incorporeal beingness. That’s just the nature of.... Nature.
By Jerome Henderson5 years ago in Humans
Imperium
Act One: The Unforgotten Woods The trees whistled with the rhythm of my footsteps. To me, the woods had always been welcoming. But as I dashed across the damp and unkempt soil, I could not help but feel the discrepancy in my lungs. With every breath, it burned like hot ambers. Regardless, I sped up; I could feel my feet flying past the velvet earth beneath as the trees became nothing but a blur.
By The Drowning Duck5 years ago in Humans
Curvature - the Language of Memory
How can I forget the feeling of home when Main Street is a long and winding road? How can I remember the feeling of home when remembering means separating it from who I am now? How to disentangle myself from the vines of my childhood which grew up into everything I now know, or think I know? Remembering means re-membering dismembered parts. Re-membering dismembered parts means acknowledging distinction, then finding connection.
By Sophia Paffenroth5 years ago in Humans
Redland City
Redland City is my town. Not my kind of town just my town. It is not where I was born but it is where I grew up. AKA Redlands City or just The Redlands. I have spent 32 of my years here stuck not being able to get out when I could and now I can’t leave. Anyway this place is bland but beautiful, never bold. The beauty is in the islands including Russell Island, Karragarra Island, Macleay Island and Lamb Island where my Dad lives, which can be accessed from the Redland Bay ferry terminal. Beautiful also is Coochiemudlo Island which can be accessed from the Victoria Point ferry terminal and North Stradbroke Island, the most beautiful of all with its crashing waves and great surf I am told, which can be accessed from Cleveland ferry terminal.
By Simone Esmond5 years ago in Humans
Valentine's Day?!..Bah-humbug!!
VALENTINE'S DAY?!...BAH-HUMBUG! When Valentine’s Day approaches, many of my single girl and guy friends find themselves going through a myriad of emotions. They find themselves, as do I, just trying to get through the day virtually unscathed. The day is met with angst for the impending barrage of questions from nosy and curious relatives. Where is your Valentine? You don’t have anyone you wanna spend the day with? What ever happened to that one (girl or guy)? Leave me alone!..Valentine’s Day..Bah-humbug!
By Tawanya Herbert5 years ago in Humans
The Broken House
I've lost count how often I'd traversed these woods since (and throughout) my youth. Despite their number, the trees never seemed to grow their trunks thicker as one would have expected. These trees, generally a standard green from moss, always seems just large enough to wrap one's arms around. They grew tall, simply not wide.
By Geoffrey Gould5 years ago in Humans
