humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
COLOURED SKIN
Skin colour has been at the forefront of most peoples minds, even if not by choice. The press, social media, the internet and television have all made that possible. The ‘ Black life matters’ slogan has and still is splashed across every medium that’s in the public sphere; when will it end? Probably not, or
By Albert Andre6 years ago in Humans
Enbalm
I sat at the bar, waiting on my beer and watching the college football game play out on the big, flatscreen TV. The bar was pretty much empty. Well, it was a Monday afternoon, after all. Most people would be headed home to rest before the next day’s work, unable to afford any of the heavy drinking that the majority of them came here to do. But me, I liked a quiet drink before heading home. It was a good place to decompress after a hard day’s work at the construction site, and that happened to be what I needed on that particular afternoon.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Humans
Happy Belated Birthday Bubala
I'm sorry I didn't wish you a happy birthday. It's the first year in two years that I haven't. No call, no text, no gift. I honestly feel it hurt me more than it did you. I feel I've lost myself. I don't know who I am anymore. Who am I without you? And what am I without you? For the past year and 8 months I felt in my heart you would get clean. I never let go. I never gave up. I felt I knew we would be together. And my world has come crashing down beside me because now I realize none of it will ever exist. You will never be mine. I just don't know how to move on or leave you in the past. At this point I have given up because I feel the turth has set in. And you even spoke it yourself, you will never want me more than drugs. You will always care about getting high more than being with me. I can't understand it. I cry and cry and yell at you. We fight back and forth. We say we love each other then we say we hate eachother. And nothing will ever change. Because you won't. You've given up on yourself and you asked me to as well. Unfortunately there are addicts that never get clean and just use their whole lives or sadly pass away. I feel so broken knowing there is no future with us, that this is where we end. I never even got to make love to you. And you are makng love to other addicts in a way you've saved for me inside your head. I just want you to choose me. I want the pain of me leaving to destroy your heart. I want the sadness of not speaking to me for months be stronger than the sickness of not doing heroin. I want the pain to be worse than being dope sick. And I just can't matter that much. I'm losing sight of my future. Of who I want to become. What will bring meaning to my life. And for the past three years the only thing that brought my life true meaning was you. The only person I wanted in my future was you. My whole future was based around you. And now theres just this emptiness surronding my life and who I will be because there is no you. You're just never going to chose me. At this point you can't be there for me. You can't even just be nice to me because of your addiction. You have been so mean to me, so hurful. I can't believe the way you've been speaking to me. I cant keep tolerating and accepting your mean behavior. I love when it's just us two and we are on the phone, texting or in person and we are both just being ourselves no guards up. You aren't trying to push me away and we just fall into eachother. And that's what we do just fall into each other. Fall back into the same place we left. It's like we are two puzzle pieces that fit together and the pieces snap back in place when we speak again. Our souls are intertwined. Our brains are always connected. And I couldn't stop loving you even if I wanted to, you are a part of me. I just don't know how to keep on going without you. And I have to, we can't be together if you won't get clean. And now I know the fake profiles are you, I know not to talk to any suspicious accounts anymore. You won't be able to trick me into staying in communication with you now. For the first time since we reconnected on instagram almost three years ago we are going to have to be apart. I don't want to be though. But you've chosen drugs. You'd rather get high and make love to addicts in a way that is only supposed to be with me. You kiss and touch girls and think of me the entire time. But you shouldn't be thinking of me, you should be with me. You shouldn't be making love to girls in a way that was supposed to be special and just for me. Your lips should never touch someobdy elses that aren't mine. But you are ok with this life. You told me we can never work because you will always want drugs more. I'm so completely broken that I don't even know what to do with myself. You were my life and now you are just nothing anymore. I can't keep pushing you to go to rehab and speaking about it. You've made a firm decision. You've created a life for yourself. And it's a life that doesn't involve me.
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Humans
The misconceptions of a 22 year old male Asian-Brit
Do I start with a subtitle? What would the answer be? I'm only writing due to a looming boredom and untapped creative potential. Do I go somewhere with this? Why would anyone care? Race does not matter, they say, yet a lot of the time I feel because of my own earth-shattering beliefs social constructs have made me believe. The misconceptions of a 22 year old male Asian living in Britain (in the 21st Century).
By Cyrill Apelo6 years ago in Humans
Knowing Your Origin
I was born in a small town amidst the curvy roads of southern Spain. Ronda to be exact. My mother is Argentinean and my father is Spanish, so the story really begins when I was 11 months old and on a plane to Argentina without my fathers consent. It's impossible for me to tell you in all honesty, why they separated in such terms that mom would leave the country with me. My mom is not a cruel person, she is deeply empathetic but also has a hard shell designed for survival, specially in a mans world. She was afraid of loosing custody of me and made the choice she thought best.
By Arian Lobon6 years ago in Humans
Dear Mr. I Prefer Exotic Women Because Black Women are Angry
Dear Mr., I prefer exotic women because black women are crazy, Please do me a favor, kindly shut the fuck up and open a dictionary. We are so sick and tired of you bitching and moaning about all the things you guys hate within yourselves. And since I know you probably won’t pick up the dictionary, I did the work for you as usual.
By Shannon Gaskin6 years ago in Humans
Overcoming The Stigma Of Growing Up Misunderstood
When growing up in Singapore, the whole idea of obedience was to take on a conformist attitude. Keep in step and in line, and don't ask silly questions about doing things in other ways. It made me feel weird because it seemed abnormal to ask about how I could potentially simplify a process or make it more efficient for others.
By Dr Joel Yong6 years ago in Humans
Better than Bitching on FB
I am telling my story on this platform for a handful of 'reasons'... It seems that I have basically 'exhausted' all other resources. My family has been toxic, to me, for as long as I can remember. I have tried to gain closure with them about the past - with the hopes of curing my anxiety/depression and, (to me?) more importantly, becoming best friends with my parents.
By Blaise One Salazar6 years ago in Humans
The Last Doobie
It is the day after the Fourth Of July. My fiancé and I are being kicked out of the apartment by the landlord because he is not on the lease and he has been living here though all the four notices that we have found in the crack of the door on a sheet of printed paper. We’ve got one month to find out where to go and have been talking about our options.
By Jennifer Hughes6 years ago in Humans
