humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Homelessness
Gandhi said the true measure of a society is how it treats the lowest among them. Our society has failed miserably. The homeless that line the streets are not all strung out on drugs. Many fell down on their luck and never got the hand they needed to get back up.
By Jon Williams5 years ago in Humans
Realisation
I know I’ve been saying for a long time that I will do something lifestyle based and so, I am doing a lifestyle blog about things that happen on a day-to-day basis. I will be talking about my experiences with various things, some things will come back over and over again because my days are very much similar. If something else happens then it happens. Hopefully, you and I can get along and I can go along and tell you a little bit of a story about this experience I’ve had and then we’re going to talk about it. I’m going to discuss my reaction and my thoughts on the experience afterwards. Not only am I thinking about getting a dialogue going, but I’m also looking to make friends with people who have probably had similar experiences to me. Not only that though, maybe we can have a bit of a laugh and rethink this shit - maybe our minds can be changed and enlightened together. Or, you can just be here to enjoy the story and listen to me ramble on. If you want to read this in my voice then I kind of sound like a cross between Freddie Mercury and Scar from the “Lion King”. So get the full ‘experience’ there. So immersive.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
same but different
I was under the impression that I was undergoing yet again another human experience under the starless, lonely sky. The bottle went up like my hopes for the future and slammed down to the table like the harsh truth of reality. I was trying to distract myself from my own misery as I tried to have mindless conversation with people who looked like my friends but acted merely as decoration in the uncomfortable situation that I felt myself sinking into. Her silver-lined body was pacing so rapidly in the corner of my eye, the rhythm of her footsteps started to match the beat of my fleeting heart. Her fists greeted the windows with so much rage it could start a world war. I was blinded by my own emerald green light that when I tried to look for solace in my friends, in their eyes, I saw glossy, white marbles right where the windows to their soul should be. I couldn’t see through them because there was nothing to look into. I turned and asked, “Mia what’s wrong?” and she hissed at me with the same anger that built her castle walls. Why didn’t she want me to see her? I was so bewildered by the fact that the version of herself that she was showing me didn’t align with who I knew her to be. Her resentment and fear crawled down her spine, through the dirt and concrete, and made its way into my ear like a lover’s broken promise. The pool of self loathing and tears in the backyard of my mind was overfilled that I couldn’t make space for hers. Our love was getting lost in translation as I spoke to her with words of desperation and she responded in tongues and in the tone of impossibility. I wanted to understand why we were feeling this way, because it wasn’t her emotions anymore. As I blinked and traveled into Sasha’s, Tailz’s, and Morgan’s perception and operated their bodies like a machine, I saw myself scream into the night. Even the moon and trees couldn’t see her. Was it my fault I was the only one with eyes that could open like a blooming flower? Communication does not paint a pretty picture unless it is blended with comprehension. In that third dimension-like setting, we were far removed from Earth. This was a personal issue, the closest person I know to myself was not letting me in. I felt like a junkie banging on my dealer’s door. I grabbed and smacked her over and over again because she took me on a walk outside my mind and I wanted to go back home. My palm married her cheek and the force of their unison birthed splashes of my aura which landed on Sasha’s emotionless face. I begged like a hungry soul and pleaded’ “Please take my eyes…” I would rather be blind and live in darkness then look at this being that we could both turn into. The heat of my frustration and the redness of her spite was enough to warm up all three months of winter back down on Earth. However, what seemed to be like a never-ending night was lit by the silver and emerald green consciousness that lived around our bodies. I felt like she was stepping on my love like an empty beer can. I stepped forward as she simultaneously stepped back. With every ounce of tough love ever formed, I yelled into the abyss of her existence and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I saw the blood from her body drain like my energy from this interaction. The look of realization that ran across her face when she realized that she didn’t have an answer in any language was enough to startle anyone. The edges of her body started to smooth out like the silk she liked to wear and she turned into a mirror. A mirror shaped like her body and I couldn’t see myself in her reflection. I used to always see myself in her, but maybe these emotions were really just hers and my heart was just open enough to let emotional debris in. I examined my friend who was now made of glass, ironically corresponding with what I felt I was walking on top of. I tried to look for answers but she wasn’t there anymore. My glassy, pale-ghost friend shattered like everything I was conditioned to believe. The shards of her oblivion transformed into a thick silver liquid that jumped into the drain beneath her like a hopeless spirit in the Golden Gate Bridge.
By Farida Khay5 years ago in Humans
My Struggle With Mental Illness
What does ADHD, Bipolar 2 Disorder, Anxiety, Chronic Depression, and C-PTSD all have in common? They’re all mental disorders that have helped in the deterioration of my life. That is at least until I decided to take back control.
By Mamaandkidzreactions5 years ago in Humans
Unsaid
What is there when words stop? Silence! Silence speaks in its own way. There is no grammer or rules but its loud it is the only that left and that can be felt. Before and after strom that which is left is a deep Silence. WORDS are most powerful in so many context that what creates differences that's what creates war. IT initiates and spread like a virus and replicate all around.
By Omkareshwar Jha Never Give Up!5 years ago in Humans
YOU CALL THAT LUCKY?
Miscarriage. What an all-encompassing shitty word that is. A mis-carriage of what, justice? A miscarriage of justice all right, why did my baby have to die rather than some woman’s who didn’t even want her child? I used to do that a lot; walking down the street I would watch women pushing babies in prams and pick out the ones that I thought deserved their child a lot less than I deserved mine. And who in their right minds ever strung those innocent words together to create that disgusting phrase: “You’re lucky it happened now and not later on.” There is no luck in losing a child, whether it’s 2 days or 9 months gestation, it is a part of you and when that baby is gone, it’s like a part of you dies too. All up I lost 7 babies, so with 7 bits of me gone, I felt like a puzzle with most of the pieces missing and the rest jumbled into a mess.
By Kylie Lowe5 years ago in Humans
This Broke Millennial
For the past few years, I’ve been stuck in a rut. Mind you, I hadn’t noticed this until last year. And when it hit me, much to my dismay, I locked my door, turned off all the lights and started crying. I usually pride myself on being indifferent and not letting my emotions get the best of me, but in this case, it was necessary. It was like everything I bottled up inside just came spilling out of me.
By Sydney Pittman5 years ago in Humans
Broken Silence
Rope met rock, smacking against each other as his shoes pushed with all his might against stone. Legs shaking, muscles screaming, and throat raw from yelling. Climbing up the mountain, he used all of his willpower to finish strong. "Do it! You need to make it!" he begs himself as he pushes his face against the ropes. Wind froze his face in place, his eyes burning and watery. Red, puffy, and dried out, he wanted to scream but no one would hear so why bother? Mustering all the energy he could, he made it to the top. Winded, sore, tired, and looking like death reincarnated: he crawls on top of the rocks to flatland.
By Katelyn Doner 5 years ago in Humans
Breaking.
Alright so to continue...let's see I have been in and out of a relationship with the same girl (Wendy) going on 3 times now, what can I say, I am hopelessly in love with her. As I have stated previously before, not all of these blogs are going to the happiest stories you'll hear, these are of my life experiences, starting with my relationship(s) then of course I'll branch off into other things but for now this is it. So myself and Wendy have been going out for maybe 4-5 months, and everything wasn't exactly the best, but I wasn't sure what to expect of my first relationship, this was her 3rd..4th? Doesn't matter so much other then she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. Let me also state that these previous boyfriends that she has had before me were kind of assholes, and hurt her emotionally, as well as psychologically. I guess it kind of goes without saying that things that happened in the past have been reflected on me, not necessarily on purpose, but that meant that whenever I made a mistake no matter how minor the severity was increased tenfold if it was something one of her previous boyfriends had done which I believe is normal. Another thing about Evelyn is that she is very emotionally driven, far more emotional than any other person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. There are things that would've been semi ok but with her emotions and past relationships anything that would've been easily forgiven or overlooked was just put into the spotlight, and it sucked. It took me a while but I got used to it, her emotions that is, the triggers to those emotions I was still learning, so there were times that I didn't know what would or wouldn't cause a fallout. Anyhow that's the way things went, we had good days, and some bad, the good outweighed the bad but that didn't matter, either way it ended and when it did it sucked. Why did it end? Well I made a bunch of mistakes, there were times when I couldn't hang out with her like I said I would due to family situations, and by the time those things were over it was too late to do anything with her, but I would be able to hang out with friends because they have no restrictions on such things/times. The problem is she felt that I was lying to her about those situations and abandoning time to spend with her just to spend it with my friends instead. There were things like that is what led to the first breakup. Then we got back together within a month, which then lasted a month and when it ended that time...I was devastated. The month that we were broken up I tried my hardest to convince her her to try again, I fought tooth and nail to regain her, I did everything I could possibly think of. I literally wanted to die in all honesty nothing prepared me for the pain that I felt and I just wanted it to end, don't get me wrong the first breakup was extremely painful too, but it was the buildup of being back together with the girl that I fell in love with tumbling down that just led to a spiral tragedy of nothing but pain and sorrow. I had the worst thoughts I've ever had in my life, it was the worst time I've ever had in my life, the worst day(s) of my life. And it only really got worse from there...I'll let you know about that in the next one.
By Emanuel Wilson 5 years ago in Humans
Back when..
Call this an introduction if you want but its not, this is a recollection of the past, ancient history if you will, from a young mans perspective going through some motions, stick around I promise it gets better🤙🏾. So lets ride this rollercoaster, its a long ride as the track continues to be built, lets see where we end up. I must say, the first couple of entries are almost a decade old and are not edited from their original drafts. I was young, made mistakes, hopefully reading this it helps someone realize their own sooner than had. These are real stories of Love, Friendships, Heartache, Sorrow, Joy, and everything else in-between. Hope you enjoy.
By Emanuel Wilson 5 years ago in Humans
