humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Letters to Brighid
Week 5 It’s been a long week and I haven’t written much and I am sorry. I don’t have any good reasons though I did think of many reasons to put it off though not a lot but if you things. The tables in my Room and I’m staying relatively organized. I ordered hangers and did put some clothes away so my Room looks less cluttered with that at least. I am slowly finishing the sewing on my skirts and though it’s pretty bad it’s still better than it was and getting better with practice, I have Limon it to 30 minutes A-day just to keep the frustration down and keep my hands from cramping. The answer getting ridiculous and I’ve ordered new bowls and trays to help, the cat needs to eat and it worries me. I was looking at pictures today and got a bit teary eyed but I was laughing a bit too. Vernon was so silly sometimes, I love him so much and I miss him and his laugh and voice. The way he would call me love.
By Ashtore Driver5 years ago in Humans
Love
There was a lone woman walking in the rain. It was the well into the night and if he hadn't been gazing aimlessly out the window. Raindrops hammered the house relentlessly , filling his ears with a sound like static.His vision was hampered by the crisscrossing of the rain outside,driven at different angles by the wind.A small patch of illumination struggled bravely under a streetlight and surely, there was a man walking through it.What was she doing out in that kind of weather? It was getting dangerous. The woman reached the edge of a faint circle of light and melded into the darkness.He waited breathlessly for her to reappear at the next light. As he waited his eyes began to widen and his heartbeat began to race.It was so mysterious and exciting and so very surreal.Surely,she knew she was doing.Nobody in their mind would walk through such dangerous weather.Just as the woman reappeared , a strong gust blew a sheet of rain into her.She staggered as he heard a crescendo in volume.By the time the sound faded back to its usual static , the woman had disappeared again.He felt uncertain now. Maybe he needed help?He couldn't see her clearly but what reason could anyone have to be out at this time in the middle of the storm?What if nobody else had seen her except him?He could be the only one that could help her right now.As he hesitated, a flash of lightning lit up the darkness. He saw the woman hunched over a bundle in his arms.She was wide eyed,as if he were in panic ,but determined to protect whatever he was holding.She disappeared then promptly reappeared again at the streetlight right outside her house.He couldn't see a tiny hand reach out of the bundle as he struggled on. The road was ahead of her ,she didn't slow a beat as she continued on his path.A peal of thunder crashed overhead , making him jump.It rang and crunched and crashed in his ears.It drowned out all sound for two long seconds as he saw a pair of headlights appear out of nowhere. They both collided with the woman and just as suddenly both were gone from sight.He screamed. Running out his room , he crashed into his mother who was coming in to check on him. What's wrong sweetie. There was a woman outside in the rain . She's dead .She just got hit by a car! Inexplicably, tears overpowered him and he couldn't breathe. As he struggled to regain control of his heaving throat , his mother pulled him close.Even after all these years you still can't forget how your daddy died?A moment of surprise hit him. His dad had never crossed his mind No! I mean it,there really was a woman outside.It's okay baby, it was a terrible experience for you.And it happened on a night just like this.Angry now, he shoved his mother back and ran out the window. It was too dark to see anything , so he ran pressed his cheek against the cold pane and craned his neck for a better view"I swear ....I really saw her."His mother shook her head sadly. "It's just the rain,dear. It's a horrible , strange rain that brings back bad memories. He heard her door click shut behind him but she kept peering out the window .Nothing no sign of anything. Maybe it really had been just the rain.
By Luhkendoxx5 years ago in Humans
I Had a Mental Breakdown on New Year's Eve
POV. It’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve just moved into my new apartment. It’s three streets away from my old place so I decide that instead of hiring a cab like any normal person, I’d just make multiple trips back and forth until I’ve moved everything. It’s -5 degrees outside, there's snow from earlier the day on the ground, in some places solidified as ice. I’m bone tired after making seven trips, my shoulders aching and I have a sharp pain in my lower back undoubtedly from hefting four packed suitcases and a sh*t ton of boxes up three flights of stairs.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Humans
Volunteering with Special Olympics
Volunteering with Special Olympics has always been something in the back of my mind to try. I have never been an athletic or competitive person so I never really thought that I would find a sport that I could volunteer with. Not everyone believes it is a sport, but bowling is the only thing I have skill in and enjoy doing. I began volunteering as a bowling coach when I was a teenager, and I am glad to have had that experience. It came into good use when I decided I would start to volunteer with special Olympics.
By Lisa Jacovsky 5 years ago in Humans
Secrets from a Tarot Reader's Notebook
Why do People Cheat? Let’s start with women. There is a misconception out there that men cheat more frequently than females. In my personal observations I find this to be untrue. I receive just as many calls from women who are being unfaithful to their husbands and significant others as I do from women who are involved with a man who is either married or seriously involved with another woman.
By Bridget J. DeFalco5 years ago in Humans
My 2 Minuets Wait For The 6 Train
It was 8 or 9pm on a some-kind-of-a-week-night in November, 2019, when I entered the 6 train subway station on 28th street going downtown. It was the night of a 12 hour day I spent at 120 Madison Ave, which was the location of the acting school I was attending. If you've never been to acting school, it's like being in the army, only no chairs and they sing Sondheim. My kind of place. It was a long day, and I just wanted to go home.
By Gypsy Play 5 years ago in Humans
A little about myself
I am Idaly Maceano, born and raised in Memphis, TN by my Mother, my Father and my grandparents. I’m a hiphop artist and I’ve been recording music for a little over half my life. I can definitely say that my family influenced my love for music.
By iDaly Maceano 5 years ago in Humans
Troubles and struggles
I have been having difficulty in getting some simple things done. A lot of what I meant was either disregarded or simply misunderstood and either way it all equaled the same result. I need my license back. Yet each turn I took on my way to getting it reinstated pulled me further away from that goal. All of this happened inside of a 50,000 square foot area inside of a 7 square mile range of travel. The reason I hadn't paid the fines to get my license back was money was stolen from me, I was cheated out of money owed, twice banking issues messed with my account, a few times promises made to me were broken. The RMV is half a block from the bank. One person who said they would help works half a block away from that in the other direction. I have trouble making money without my license. Everyone misunderstanding it. I started trying to sell some of my collectibles. I've been working in photography with no pay. I've put some of my paintings up for sale, I have my drawings for sale and I can be commissioned. It has been so frustrating I have even watched my sideburns gather white hair in this time warp. Essentially I am the main character that Edward Bellamy spook of in his novel Looking Backward. A utopian novel where the man gets to the future after he falls asleep behind a wall. I too became trapped behind this metaphorical wall. It was literal though. People mentally created a wall. Sometimes misunderstanding continued the wall. For all intents and purposes I was kept out of the world. Everytime I began to explain these censors randomly cut the explanation off for whatever reason they felt like which created a time drain that sucked life energy out of me. I've have sustained some injuries in my life and added all together they had an effect finally. I went to the doctor for help with these problems but I didn't get very far. See, something truly tragic happened. It was pretty much a normal occurrence in my life. I've watched this proverbial "train crash" happen many times. I see where it's headed and I watch this looming doom hover above everything and if all my efforts don't add up to a tragic failure then I don't suffer the horrifying effects and carry the traumas of those with me. I watched this "train" screaming down the track to a collision point. My mother made me so angry and my heart hurt so bad when she yelled at me because this other person just wouldn't respect or listen to what she said even though she was right. She wouldn't see it that way. She only said you're my son, you should listen to me. She couldn't recognize it is because I listen to her, to other people and I know the difference between right and wrong that I do as I do. So I have always been the lightening rod. I was eight. It was June or July. The thing that sickens me about it all is how tragically stupid it is. They simply constantly apply an opposite. If I say, I am eight they went unh uhh you're seven. It was a weird control tactic. A power struggle. I knew I was eight, I knew when my birthday was they had just simply lost their mind. I had no idea if it would return. I couldn't explain again that I knew he was going to shoot someone. He had explained it to me a million times. I kept watch on him. When they argued with me about it he said ahh haa see you aren't God. I wasn't sure. It was because I didn't have their full support so instead of an army of adults on my side they were against me. Which gave him the advantage and tragedy struck. My sister usually disregards a personal space, right to privacy and then also pulls in the other direction to extreme. She also used to sneak up on me when I was playing. Especially alone even no one else had wanted to play and she was always overly suspicious. I was in the barn climbing off the tractor when she pulled a maneuver I become used to. I prepared for. I spun around quickly because she can be sneaky and did care about personal injury. She had even stated see your mom can't protect you from me. She called out from out of sight and I turned around to look and backed in to a pitchfork. I hobbled to the house. There was yelling, I tried to act uninjured. He said he was going to start his assault. My efforts were thwarted and he shot my cousin. I stopped it the first day. But I wasn't there in time the second day. My sister grabbed me once and forced me to ride bikes when I wasn't comfortable. She said I had to or she would have my dad and mom and blah blah blah and she had the upper hand. I was younger and they disrespected and ignored my voice. I told I was eight and she called out after much argument that I was seven. I was forced to sit on the handle bars and even though I protested my protest was denied and we had a bike accident. High speed down a gravel rocky driveway until collusion point with the the 180 degree blacktop. It was high nineties that day that summer. My sister only said as I laid cut and bleeding that I shouldn't have been fooling around. Even though she had forced the entire situation. My voice has been disregarded much of my life. So I sometimes end up forced to witness these tragedies. Without my license I road a pedal bike into town around 10 o'clock for some freedom in the summer night air. It was a surreal dream atmosphere. It was raining lightly. I went to the gas station and got a snack and soda. To men were arguing in the street. They were throwing his shoes back and forth. One guy asked if I was going to go watch them, he was headed in that direction. I said no. I went and sat on the bike and ate and drank the soda in the rain. I watched a slow very comical race happen in the street that I can only compare to Mario Cart. It was quite funny. Four electric scooters raced by. The ones that are like motorcycles. They were all even. You could hear them coming and they moved slow enough while speeding that you could get a good long look even as they were passing by. They came by a second time after 12 or 14 minutes or so. This time there were two in front and two a little further behind. That gave me a light chuckle. Just like Mario cart. The third time they came by I was convince that it was exactly like Mario Cart or rather Super Mario cart, which I believe is the proper name. On the third pass three scooters were almost even with each other and then a good minute or so later, the fourth one, very far behind came buzzing through. I road home in a heavier rainfall sometime after that.
By James M. Piehl5 years ago in Humans
Do Men Ever Know What They Want
Men absolutely do not know what the hell they want or what they do not want, you can not win with men. One minute they want you to be a fierce, sexy, temptress and then the next minute they think you are flirting with every guy you see as if that means you are acting like a slut or dressing like a hooker. They tell you that they want you to be their queen, but then they do not treat you like their queen . They treat you like you are their property or you are their trophy, but they do not treat you like you are their queen, they do not treat you like you are the best thing that ever happened to them. They want it to be their way or no way. Many times they want a strong independent woman who is not going to be a gold digger who does not want them for their money who doesn't want them for what they can do for that woman ,but then they act like that woman can not do anything by herself like she has to ask the man's permission, has to ask him what her kids can do and when her kids can do it If she can hang around certain friends, or if she can spend money , if she can buy these items men do not know what they want. As soon as they get it they do not take care of it. Men do not understand that women are like flowers. You take a flower and you plant it in the garden, but is that flower , is that rose or lilac going to grow with out sunshine and with out water to live or they just going to die right there in the ground? These men, they chase the women they get, the women that they forget .These women are delicate flowers that they need to give love to ,that they need to let see the sunshine so that they can grow. That give them water so that they can flourish and they can stay healthy and alive until that day that woman wants to take that flower out of the garden. We are flowers ,men, we are beautiful purple lilacs. We are big red roses you can not treat us like a monster truck. You need to treat us like a purple lilac ,you need to give us love and care and appreciate us and not treat us like dirt. Do not treat us like we are whatever slime at the bottom of your shoe do not treat us like we are your punching bag, treat us like we are something that you love ,l we are something that you care about. Treat us like you actually appreciate us and what we do for you. Especially men that are incarcerated. Why is it that you guys are the ones that really treat us the worst? We could have any of the men out here in the free world ,but yet we choose to be with you. That does not mean that we choose to be disrespected or that we choose to be treated like crap. We choose to be with you because we love you, we appreciate you, we need you. We choose to be with you because you are our husbands, you are our kids father. You are our best friends. We are flowers men... treat us with love and care. Give us water, give us sunshine, and most of all give us credit for what we do for you . Give us support and respect and I promise you that you are not going to lose the one person that you claim to love. You are not going to lose that person that you claim as everything to you, not if you can take care of your woman like she is your flower.
By Amanda J Mollett5 years ago in Humans
Righteous, Indeed
What does “good” mean? If you ask Webster, or any other dictionary, you will see a laundry list of different uses that all boil down to righteousness, satisfaction, high quality, and moral virtuality. Typically, it is seen as the polar opposite of bad or evil. Therefore, in order to begin to choose or understand good, one must first learn the knowledge of good and evil. To be able to understand the relationship of the polar opposites, is to understand the whole and in turn the parts that make it whole. Goodness is the uplifting of self and others within our community in any and every way that we know how.
By Cameron Marquis5 years ago in Humans
