humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The psychology of Love, Relationships, Attraction & Romance
Relationships play a pivotal function in our lives. Some could be somewhat present moment and immaterial, similar to cooperations with a businessperson or a secretary, while some could be enduring and effective. ‘Birds of a feather flock together,’ it’s true! Your friends, romantic partners, and family contribute to the person you are. This article will explain the psychology of relationships, attractions, and love — the variety of relationships we develop, who we fall in love with, what we find attractive in partners, the types of love and affection, how relationships form, and, most importantly, how we maintain these relationships.
By Fahim Chughtai5 years ago in Humans
Small act of kindness leads to
It was a beautiful morning as my husband and I walked to jack in the box. We had just come from a hotel that we stood the night. We enjoyed walking everywhere even though it was really hot outside. We enter jack in the box and started ordering our breakfast. We got the 2 for 4 dollars. But see we bought an extra one because see my husband can eat. I don’t know if it’s a man thing but he can eat a lot. Well as we were enjoying our breakfast with endless conversations. A nice lady comes in and sits down at a booth before us and starts falling asleep. I had noticed her because when she came in she seemed so tired and drained. I just had this feeling to keep an eye on her. My husband pulled my attention for a moment and asked what I was staring at. I explained I was staring at the young lady in the booth before us. I also said that I just had a feeling to keep an eye on her. He did ask me perhaps we should talk to her? I told him she’s asleep. I know our day wasn’t supposed to stay at jack in the box but an hour passes by and she is still asleep. A cashier comes up to her and tells her she needs to buy something to stay in the restaurant. Now I understand where they come from but I feel like that’s not the right way to approach someone. The young lady explained that she isn’t feeling well and that she was pregnant. I immediately got up and when I did my husband stared at me as I scared him with the way I got up. I went to the cashier and told her “I want to buy this young lady her food”.
By Gabriela Marcial5 years ago in Humans
Angel In the Parking Lot
Have you ever had a time when you would have sworn that you met an angel? Did she have beautiful blonde hair and a voice so calm it would bring you down from your biggest fear? My angel did. She was delicate and compassionate, and I was lucky enough to cross paths with her.
By Danielle Coleman5 years ago in Humans
What Really Happened
Growing up we lived in a double wide trailer on the end of the street, in a neighborhood full of older people. We had a small back yard with a magnolia tree, garden, and grape arbor. Eventually we had a shed, but since I'd like to set it on fire, I don't talk about it much. (Not much of a story there but painting that thing red in the heat of summer is something I would never do again and something I'll never forget.) In the front, we had a porch connected to the house and a beautiful weeping willow tree at the corner of the yard. I didn’t know I loved my home until I found out I had to leave it.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Humans
The writer who couldn't write
“Shitting shit it!” She found herself gesticulating wildly at the laptop, hands open, pleading with the blank screen. She was trying to write, and nothing was coming out. She’d walk around all day with crazy, random creativity popping into her head and out onto pages, and now this last week; nothing. Radio silence.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Humans
The Power of Kindness
I awoke one morning at three a.m. to the impatient demands of my older sister for me to wake up and get ready to leave. I was fifteen years old, and she, my younger sister, and I had spent the previous week visiting our mother who had recently remarried and moved to another city that was a four hour drive from where we lived. My older sister, Tiffany, had to work later that day so it was necessary for us to leave unreasonably early, which required us to get moving at a time of morning that my teenage self believed to be a time no one should ever experience consciously.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Humans
Bad, But Real, Good, But Fake
Ann’s new case as a live-in caregiver to Margaret Holmes, an 83-year-old female was a challenge. She recycled caregivers and even her family were at odds with her. The salary was good, too good, so it must have pins, needles, and hidden pain. That prepared Ann for a crisis.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Humans
A Story of Impact. Top Story - January 2021.
A Story of Impact Despite everything I wanted to share a VERY special moment I had during 2020 - May 24 to be exact. Let’s rewind back to 2005 (yes, 2005) when I was just 8 years old. I was one of the most shy kids you would have ever met - shaking when ordering at a restaurant, making sure to finish my lunch at school quickly so that I could go back into the classroom with the teacher and not encounter other kids who could potentially be mean or make fun of me, only becoming my complete silly self around my one best friend and my close family.
By Eva Amantea5 years ago in Humans
The Woods
I am about 9 years old. As we are exploring the big woods out on Meltzer farm, we come across a big oak tree. This tree is so big around that it takes six people to have their arms outstretched, with their fingertips touching and to go around this big oak. We continue walking the trails and conversing as my mentor describes what it was like to grow up on this big tract of land. There is a cabin that was built when Mr. Meltzer’s family first settled here in the 1800’s. Meltzer Woods is how I recall these big woods. Today it is a land trust. When we go up to the farmhouse, we see barns and grain bins. Some were built in the late 1800’s. The cabin was first built when his family settled there. In the old barn we see a barn owl alerting us as we had disturbed his slumber. The barn owl ruffles his feathers, and we move on. As a child I was full of wonder because I just loved nature and here was Phillip teaching me about nature: flora and fauna. We walk and he describes the history of the land.
By Walter Murphy5 years ago in Humans
Roll Your Sleeves Up
It was in the eerie early morning hours of August 29, 2005 when I realized I should have taken my own car. I should have loaded it down with my most precious and important belongings and headed north with my parents to a safe harbor away from the impending storm. But for so many of us who had already evacuated the Coast twice in the same year, the thought of leaving for a third time was burdensome. With the anticipation of dawn lurking offshore along with the winds and waves that would usher in hell's fury, there was no other option but to wait it out.
By Heather Holland5 years ago in Humans
Home Is Not A House
Ever since I was in high school, I wanted to leave. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be grown. I wasn’t fond of the idea of being treated like a child until I was asked to be an adult. Having my parents, coaches, teachers and other authority figures talk down to me and treat me as though I was incapable of making my own decisions was maddening. I was determined, desperate even, to strike out on my own and make something of myself. This is the main reason why I wanted to come to college in the first place. That, and incredibly hostile environment that was (and is) my home. I come from a house of women, and to say that they have a few screws loose isn’t putting it strongly enough. My mother is volatile and foul-mouthed, and her daughters take after her. They (along with the rest of my family) also were of the belief that because I was a man, I wasn’t allowed to do anything about their abuse. My teenage years consisted of being threatened by my mother to be sent to live with my father, who stayed sober for all of 4 years and was missing for more than half my life. His shadow loomed so large over me that it almost seemed like he was still in my life. I dreaded staying with him and his now ex-wife, my then step-mother. I just didn’t want to be around them. As my father also had severe anger issues, I didn’t want to run afoul of him, nor did I want to just bite my tongue and let my feelings go unheard. As he went back to jail my senior year, I only had my mom to contend with, and my relationship with her was deteriorating rapidly. I was accepted into both Penn State and Ohio State, and I was intent on leaving and getting far away from my family In Cleveland. Little did I know, my mother decided for me that I was staying home, and I was having none of it. Police was called to our house. Our relationship was near unsalvgeable, but the bright side is I had an opportunity to do something that almost no one in my circle had done or will do: to attend a four year university, and one of the best in the country at that. For the first time in a very long time, I was happy.
By Garry Miles5 years ago in Humans
