humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Field of Realization
In a town of no more than three thousand people, a one-acre field sits encompassed around a small community of family homes. The field lays barren for whatever reason that the owner felt it would not benefit her or anyone else. It grows thick grass within a few days but is quickly trodden down by the blades of a lawnmower within the week. This field, to many, means nothing. But to two souls, it means the start of a friendship. A friendship that would span almost a decade before time does what times does best and separates them. This field laid barren of activity for many years after the children born in the 1970s grew up and moved away. Time spanned almost thirty years before one small boy would find himself in that field.
By NJ_DiCarlo ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿5 years ago in Humans
Adulting
So far, my stories are brief rants on the random topics i have come across in my day-to-day. Adulting is one of them. It is a broad term not found in the traditional dictionary. Adulting is wishing you were a kid again while trying to figure out how to be an adult and sustain adult situations. Adulting is, in general, hard work. It is waking up at the crack of dawn to go work in the work force pyramid of whatever company you cater to. It is an endless onslaught of invoices and payments that eat away at the fiscal representation of your self worth known as your bank accounts. Most importantly it is decision making, which can be fun or it can be a puzzle.
By Jessica Mullen5 years ago in Humans
True Story
Do you remember when you were in school, and even if you didn't think it there was always groups of people; they were either popular, genius, sporty, nerd, gothic, clown, kind, outgoing, or shy? I was one of the kind ones. I didn't have more than five friends, but I was still kind to everyone. One day in eighth grade, my life changed and all because I agreed to go on a date with my best guy friend. Two of my cousins heard and right a way, one of them called me a mean word because the friend I agreed to go on a date with, she liked. I felt bad, I didn't know she liked him we barely talk, but I went on the date anyway. She must've hated me so much for it because she started telling other people that I was a "w" and soon other people started calling me other words too. I thought that it would never end, but than summer came and I was so happy because I didn't have to see them anymore, than high school hit. Freshman year, it still began, more and more mean words/phrases from students I didn't even know. It got to the point where I lost all my friends and I wouldn't even talk to my other classmates or in front of any class I had. Maybe that's why it was easy for other students to pick on me, call me names and say hurtful things. I was one of the "easy targets" because I stopped speaking to everyone. One day, during one of my classes I got called a "s" and I couldn't take it anymore; I walked right out of the classroom and sat in the hall until class was over. The teacher wanted to speak to me afterwards, obviously, she wanted to know why I walked out so I told her, the first teacher I ever told that I've been getting called names. She told me that she'd talk to the vice principal about it, but when parent/teacher conferences came around three weeks later, my father and I found out that she never talked to the vice principal, in fact she didn't do anything. That night, I started to self-harm myself, because I wanted to focus on a different pain than the one I've been feeling. Sophomore year, I was dating with guy who I thought was really great until one day his friends told him that I was the "s" everyone's been talking about. I thought he was different, that he was gonna tell them otherwise, but I was wrong. A school dance came and he took me, I was scared/shy and nervous to get out of his truck to where he said that if I didn't he was gonna drive over to the door and "r" me in front of everyone. Clearly after hearing that I got out, because I wasn't gonna make him turn me into someone I wasn't and after that night I broke up with him. I continued to self-harm myself that night for thinking he was different. It got to where I would self-harm almost every night. One day, my mother saw my wrist and took me to the hallway, she had me strip and she checked my body for more. She said, "This better stop or else I'm sending you to a group home!" It didn't help, instead if made me feel even more worse than how I was already feeling, but I stopped for a couple days because she ended up searching my body after school. Junior year, started out great, I wasn't getting called names or anything. I could smile and talk again, I even made some friends; but even the sun has to go down at some point and mine did. During art class a guy asked me if I wanted to date him, I replied to him with a "no" and he came back with a pocket knife, holding it right up to the throat. I ended up kicking him away and running out of class. I went to the office and told them what just happened, they had my fill out a report while they called the police. When they arrived I talked to them about what happened, filled out another report and they sent me to my next class, while the other student got three weeks out of school suspension. Four years later, the present, haven't been called names and I've never seen the other student since graduation. I even found someone who actually loves me and he puts a smile of my face everyday. I couldn't be happier.
By Sabrina Marie5 years ago in Humans
Journal entry: I’m 28 years old and a male survivor of sexual abuse.
I’ve read story’s and seen in movie’s how traumatic events can be suppressed to a part of the mind that isn’t as easily accessible as a memory of someting like - say - a sunny day picnic had with family when at a young age. I can say that this is my experience as well, although there are parts of the suppressed abuse that I remember. Sadly, it’s the hardest moments of that abuse.
By No Introduction5 years ago in Humans
Fiery Car Crash Survival
March 18, 2020 was a bad day. I woke up that morning in a bad mood. Must say we all have our bad days when we roll out of the bed on the wrong side. During this time I was working at Rays Trash in Clayton, IN. I worked as a customer service representative for their dumpster department. I answered calls and emails regarding ordering a new dumpster, paying for a current dumpster, or scheduling to have their dumpster picked up. I did not like this job. The dispatch guys think it is okay to yell at you for any mistake you make like they own the place. So going into work made my day even worse. I hated going into this job. So after work I go home and pick up my kids from school.
By Megan Moore5 years ago in Humans
Line Up Change
I can sum my day up in just a short paragraph, but what fun would that be if it was just a five second read? Work sucked, people I work with are lazy, there’s stupid people in this world that not only suck horribly but also are the reason we have warning labels, and I’m ready to crawl back under my rock I hid under for three years. The fact that I want to go back under my rock is what today will be about.
By Fearless Horizons5 years ago in Humans
The Man and the Red Light
Guy Tredinnick’s car might have made it through the light at Gable and First Street if he’d been driving a little faster. He would have driven faster if he had the nerve; but it had only been two years since he first learned to drive, and yellow lights triggered his sense of panic.
By Ash Valente5 years ago in Humans
