humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I don't belong here
I don't belong in the hearing world, and I don't belong in the deaf world. I am alone on so many levels, and normally I am perfectly okay with that. I just carved my own way through life. I mean I am 40, I should be used to how my life is. But last night as I continued packing, stressing about where I am going to live come Monday night.... all I could think about is how lonely I really am.
By Joy Rene Whitney5 years ago in Humans
Observations Vol. 1
I would like to present some observations for humanity about humanity if that’s alright with humanity. These observations are in no way meant to be taken as fact or satire or anything in between, but as just that, observations. These are just some things that I’ve noticed throughout my years as well as looking back on the years before me. I think a lot about our limitations and how far we’ve come as a people, and although we’ve come a long way it seems to me that we have done little to expand beyond a lot of our original ideas. This is a theory that I would like to explain through the analysis of a few separate subjects, and I would like to start with humanity’s use of projectiles.
By Ethan Grimes5 years ago in Humans
My life
why is it that my man has this ability to make me think he does not give two shits about what happens to me? Maybe I ask for too much. I have to stay on him to keep him going. like to do anything. it sucks. Even to make a small phone call. any more I just feel like giving up. I don't I love him too much to do that. Maybe it's me? I am a bitch that nags all the time. I'm going to try hard to do more & maybe he will. With all that life has dealt me you would think I could fight harder. I'm just so tiered of dealing with it thou really. One bad thing after another. this past year has been horrible. My ex & I are best friends. His new girlfriend & I, thought would get along but she is a told nightmare. Really thought she would be better than the last but she worse much worse. She treats her kids horrible' more so her son. I feel so bad for him. I know he can do so much better. But he won't try. last two girlfriends have been told drug addicts. I fell right in to this last one trap she had me so manipulated. I did thing I thought I would never do & something I should not have done again that I did in my past when I was younger. I most definitely have learned from my mistakes. I have also found who I can & can't trust, who's judging me behind my back & to never to lead money to friends well not large sums of money. My sister almost even stopped talking to me. because of those so-called friends & My Ex-Girlfriend. I can't stand this woman she all most killed. that's how bad she wants me out of the way. I'm not that essay to get rid of ha. my ex-husband lives with my husband I & all of our kid's. We are a happy family we tell each other we love each other & we are all happy with the way thing are but I'm not saying it's perfect there are fights & disagreement just like in any other families. We welcomed her in our home & tried to make her feel like part of our family along with her kids. Things where good at first tell I started to say how it was going to be then it was she was going to my ex & complaining we were not treating her right & whining. Oh, wait I skipped a part she started dating my ex after she moved in lol. well maybe i should stop there. I'm not sure you all want to hear about parts in my life. if you do ill start from the beginning. om my next post let me know if you interested & tell me how far back in my life you would like me to go. from my childhood or just this year. both might make you cry. but i promise you are going to get the whole true story.
By Renee Pearce5 years ago in Humans
All Things Soph...
Hi hi, my name is Sophia, but please call me Soph! I am an aspiring actress living in the lovely New York City. You can always find me in the coffee shops coined as "hidden gems", humming a tune on the streets, or smiling up to the sunshine. When I am not singing, dancing, acting, I am snuggled up, scribbling every thought that floats across my mind. I discovered my passion for writing just before I entered my freshman year of college. As silly and cliche as it may sound, my pen began to hit the paper as a result of heart break. But as I continued to experiment with this new form of expressing myself, I felt such freedom inside. I never realized how impactful the written word can be. For a long time, I did not share any of my work, but as writing became less of a hobby, and more of a consistent practice, I mustered up the courage to give my peers a sneak peak into this newfound part of my soul. My portfolio is a strong compilation of poetry. In fact, I published my first book of poems in May of 2019, titled, "To be", which aided my involvement in this current project I working on. I have been graced with the incredible opportunity to write poetry for an uncoming local film called, "The Mystery of Her." But in addition to my concentration in poetry, I have started to dabble in song writing and crazily enough, I have begun writing a novel. You will notice that my verbiage is very poetic, flowery, and romantic, which is a true reflection of my old soul. After releasing, "To be", I of course continued to write, but I pushed myself to go a little bit deeper. I did not expect the response I receieved after releasing my book of poems and although I was incredibly overwhelmed by everybody's support and love for my work, I was overjoyed that I could reach people in ways unimaginable. I am not yet brave enough to use my voice. I find that when I try to physically speak my mind, my voice still shakes, and that is okay. So, for now, I use my gift of writing to express myself because when I write, people read; and I only hope that in the near future, when I finally can voice the words on the page, people will listen. My goal as a writer, an artist and as a human being in general are to uplift and inspire my community. I want to help people to feel, to heal, and write every word with the intention/purpose that I am serving people a little bit of hope.
By Sophia Scarpulla5 years ago in Humans
The Old Man and His Snippers
By White Feather In his seventies, Franklin Hodges missed gardening. He also missed the house that had been his home for over forty years where he used to do his gardening. He had to give up the house, though, after his wife’s death. The medical bills had decimated their savings just as her death had decimated Franklin’s heart.
By White Feather5 years ago in Humans
My first trip to ulta
Hi my name is Cassie and I’m a blogger and self made model for onlyfans. I’m a chill individual with a heart bigger than a trex but people often misjudge me and sometimes it hurts more than others and makes me very upset. So on the Fourth of July, this year and just A few weeks back I went to the Summerlin mall here in Las Vegas. It was a great day because I was there to see my daughter whom i am rarely able to see. I had just said goodbye to her and my fiance said that if i wanted to check out Ulta we could (he knew I hadn’t ever been there so he wanted to make me happy to have a great ending to a great day and so we went. We had about an hour to shop since it was Fourth of July everything closed early and so we were like the only people in there and when the employees seen myself and my boyfriend they automatically assumed that we had no money and were only in there to steal especially because I had a basket and was just dumping shit in there and the one lady said something referring to myself as she gave me a real dirty look as she removed an emptied box off a shelf and made a very rude remark to her employee directed towards me. This is when my irrational started and I realized I wasn’t crazy after all and they were really purposely following me and watching my every move. I began to feel really uncomfortable and I didn’t even wanna buy anything once that was said and done but I really did love all the stuff I had picked out and said fuck it I’d kill them with kindness. I wanted to spend even more money now just to show these stuck up judgemental bitchmade snobs that I was no theif and could spend More money than they make doing their minimum wage retail job than they could make in their lifetime in one shopping trip and not even blink! I wanted to walk past these stuck up cunts and watch them scurry as they see me coming and for what? Am i seriously that threatening? I mean I am 5 ft 3 inches and about 110 lbs maybe less, and i guess now a days it is the small ones people need to watch out for ! I heard them announce “loss prevention please scan all aisles... loss prevention please scan all aisles.” I looked up and raised my eyebrows up higher than the most lokd out chola Hispanic girl ever drew and yelled as loud as i needed for these judgemental fucks could hear me and as i laughed hysterically, “ i looked over at the one who was the rudest and said “ really bitch?” And threw my hands on my hips and the hand basket in front of me, “do you have something to say or are you just going to keep standing there making false accusations and false judgements that you are making based on a stereotype which is kinda illegal this day and edge! I am still a customer but yet no one has asked me if i even needed help with anything !?” i looked around and the employees at The check out were minding their own business but the other two were just standing there with there granny panties wedged up their ass and twiddling their thumbs, probably playing thumb war to decide who’d ask me if i needed help with anything. It takes a whole lot for me to burst out something like i had this afternoon inside of the beauty retail stores, ULTA. I was so annoyed, it would be different if I had gone into their establishment with the intent to rob them, but i had money and they just made assumptions and thought the absolute worst. They thought they were so much better than me and it made me sick. The world we live in today is cruel and can really break a person down who isn’t in the right state of mind with their confidence. No one would last a single millisecond in my shoes and it’s real frustrating when people like that try to judge me. I know that type of older white lady like the back of my hand. It’s called meet my grandmother 👵 she acts like those stuck up bitches in the store and therefore i refuse to associate with her. Everyone has a story, how and if you tell it and share with others is completely up to you but don‘t sit there in a store and act like you’re better than me because i have blue and purple hair, booty shorts and look better than you on my worst day. I am no criminal and for them to treat me like such is absolutely disgusting ! Well I will not be returning to ULTA especially not the location inside of the Summerlin Mall because I refuse to be treated like I am doing something wrong when i am just getting makeup for my content creations and spending money just like the next person !
By itscasssiebxtch5 years ago in Humans
What would you do...
What would you do, if you met an icon of the past, that is no longer around? It sounds like a simple question, but it is not. Think about it. Seriously think about it. We are not speaking of encountering and interacting with random people of the past. This scenario pertains to ICONS, people that held the power and responsibility of influencing millions upon hundreds of millions of people across the entire globe. Someone of such stature.
By Christopher Jay Agudo5 years ago in Humans
pandemic, selfish or self-less?
In this pandemic, and probably every pandemic since the beginning of time, brings out the best and worst in people. Every where we look is panic buying, fighting over food and of course the good ol' TP, aka toilet paper. however, I, like the rest of you have no idea what makes people connect this pandemic and its symptom's to the need of having excessive amount of TP. As one person said it don't give you the sh*ts. But then again, there are a lot of people so full off it. But unfortunately, in these types of events, people become selfish, but not in the way you think. The people whom are selfish are the ones whom take no notice of the rules and regulations put in place, those whom are so so stupid and believe they can't get covid 19. These people, for instance, take Melbourne for example, it's been found one in four people who either tested positive, have symptom's, told to self-isolate and wait on test results, were not at home when authorities checked in on them and some of them had gone to went to work, which then made it that each of those work places were shut down, everyone sent home for two week mandatory isolation and the workplaces thoroughly deep cleaned. So basically for a maximum of a few days works, these people have shut down their own workplace down. Imagine, then, eventually when these people do go back to work, how much their going to cop from everyone at work. That is if their workplace ever re-opens. I'm pretty sure, though these worker's will be the first to be let go in the event of a re-structure, or down sizing at the business. They should have thought about that fact before doing what they did, however the fact still remains, it is one of the most selfish acts to do at a time like this. And because of these few, everyone has to suffer more and for longer, and if your one of the few, who couldn't do the right thing, the harsh but true reality is you are one of the reason's stage four has had to come into effect.
By Louise Dickson5 years ago in Humans
Individual Similarities
About a week after a confrontation with a dear friend of mine about the current social issues of society, I realized a problem from both ends. Neither one of us listened. We argued for being right instead of trying to fix the wrong or try to listen to the others’ side because we felt wronged and felt unheard. There are many sayings for this but, Peter Drucker said it best, “The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said.” What was that exactly? Our stories. We felt the other trying to discredit what the other grew up and knew to believe but, never listened to why the other didn’t believe it. We often fail to realize that we can’t live someone’s life. We can only listen to their story and understand what makes that person themselves.
By Jess Brooks5 years ago in Humans
