humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
On Love & Loss in A Global Pandemic
My boyfriend and I met when I was born. Literally. That is not an exaggeration. His dad knew my dad for years and our families were friends while we were growing up. He is eight years older than me. There are photos of us circulating from childhood. It’s cute now but would’ve been weird then. This information is all beside the point, but part of the point, nonetheless.
By Maggie Gehlsen5 years ago in Humans
Apartment 413
Apartment 413: Blog 14 December 15, 2020 This week hasn’t been hard it has just been boring. The weather has been up and down. It’s sunny as hell one day and a bit warm and the next morning it’s freezing, then today to finish off with a cherry on top it rains. Like can our weather here be any more bipolar. I have been a bit more tired than usual also but that is because I have been trying to workout in the morning again and it had been the struggle of the week. I successfully worked out the first morning, but everyone after that got harder and harder. Not that I was sore or anything like that, it was just getting a little harder to wake up early in the morning when my body just wants to rest. Both Chris and I have been exhausted this week though, so I took it slow on myself.
By Melanie Guajardo5 years ago in Humans
I am a giver AND a taker. And so are you.
Givers and takers. Society would have us believe that we are one or the other. We are either selfless and always giving to others, or we are self-centered and do not think of anyone's needs but our own. One is bad, the other good. Modern American society seems especially keen on the idea.
By Treva Rawlins5 years ago in Humans
Moments in Time:
The cashier scans each item, creating a small stack on the other end of the counter before turning and quickly bagging it for the old woman in front of me. The senior snags each full bag and carefully puts it in her cart. She’s thin enough that she can move around the small space with no issue, even with the large metal buggy in the middle. Her movements are slightly stiff and arthritic. I wonder if I look the same when I bend and twist to pull things out of the basket. The slight squeak and groan of the conveyor is beginning to wear on my nerves, as is the thin sound of Bon Jovi’s voice being piped in from some unseen speakers. I glance around at all of the sweets that are placed at just the right spots and at just the right angle and in just the right lighting for all of those last minute impulse buys. I feel a small sense of satisfaction for not giving in and sticking to what I already had. The song changes to Heart, at least I think it is, and with a sigh I glance ahead of me. There is finally enough room to start loading my items. Milk, bread, eggs, creamer, coffee, cheese, bananas, lunchmeat, hummus... I do this for several long minutes before my cart is empty and the old woman’s is full. My back is aching; I have been on my feet for hours now. I hear the cashier speak a total and see the old woman pull out her wallet. I’m relieved and happily imagine what it will feel like to sit down when I get home. I’m in the middle of leaning back in my desk chair when I realize the cashier is picking up the phone to call a manager over, and the old woman is carefully going through her bags and taking items out.
By Kristin Waters5 years ago in Humans
Travel Life and Being Human.
A group of guys working in the Wind industry found themselves in unfamiliar territory. Arran from FL, Jordan from Iowa, Denis from MN and myself a tumble weed man originally from Ukraine now residing in... were in the small town of Calexico. We had been sent there to inspect turbine blades. There were a slew of other guys on the project making it about 30 in all. Back then, companies would shell out millions of dollars on giant crews of men to do a job that doesn't require much. However, with extra money in all of our pockets and freedom to spend it as quickly as we got it. It was easy for some of the guys to get completely reckless with it and they did. The job was so easy that we were able to do it in 3 hours but get paid for 10.
By Misha Trubs5 years ago in Humans
The Christmas Sleigh (by way of a rideshare)
With a 3 day countdown until Christmas, I had hustled to get gifts at the last minute. Prone to procrastination, I was balancing working the holiday rush in the heart of San Francisco shopping, "working" at an internship, and attempting to stay awake in classes, so the idea of buying gifts in advance had never once occurred to me. This left me the night before my train home left with an armful of presents and for some unknown reason, a cake.
By Haley Gallup5 years ago in Humans
Thirteen
When I was thirteen, I met a guy. He was the son of the pastor of my best friend's church. My friend was ecstatic, and encourage a relationship between us. That doesn't seem so bad. Pastor's son, best friend's approval, everything should be peachy. There was just one pretty major issue with this situation: The pastor's son was twenty one. I'll remind you here that I was only thirteen. A twenty one year old man was trying to have a relationship with a thirteen year old kid, and he was pulling out all the grooming tricks that you hear about in these situations.
By Terin Sorn5 years ago in Humans
