humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Ooh So THIS is what we doing tonight?!
So I’m thinking I’m gonna have a regular night with my friends, house mixer with a few mutuals to make it interesting...And it got interesting REAL QUICK. We’re smoking in the Green Room for a few and start heading downstairs where there’s more space. I invited my sorority sister Faith. She’s originally from Florida and went to a different college but we created a really dope bond since she decided to stay here and move in with her boyfriend, Justin. Faith pulls me to the side as we’re on our way downstairs and says, “Me and my boyfriend like to have a lot of fun”. My ditzy ass is like, “ That’s wassup.” I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. I go to walk away and she stops me like “No, I mean we wanna have fun with you. “ 😳 I’m like OH no, no no no no no no no. But I don’t wanna hurt her feelings or embarrass her so I let out a little chuckle and say, “Na, I’m good.” In my head I’m thinking this is the end of that awkward encounter but now she’s following me down the stairs and asking for consolation prizes 🤦🏽‍♀️ “Can it just be you and him and I watch? What about me and you and he watches?” Now I’m getting tight because...like bruh, what the fuck is wrong with you? So I turn around and get in her face and say just loud enough to be stern but not call attention to us “Dawg, no” . I start playing Spades and she sits next to me. That’s fine. I invited her and I’ve had plenty of people try to fuck me and then have a regular night after a good rejection. This was not one of those nights. This girl literally like a five year old keeps asking me the same questions so I start completely ignoring her. She gets on her knees on the floor next to me and continues to do whatever she can to get my attention. I say no words, no acknowledgement at all and now my friends are laughing. It’s creepy. I finish my game and call a cab. I say my goodbyes, all while completely acting like this crazy bitch is Casper and I can’t see her. But who walks in the damn door as I’m tryna walk out....Justin of course. I give him a head nod and head out because fuck outta here at this point. Y’all are fucking nuts. They follow me outside and she’s physically holding onto me not letting me get in the cab. Justin is out side now too and he’s like “Babe, she don’t wanna come! Leave it alone.” This crazy bitch is stilllllllll at it. Now I’m strong and I’m NOT pussy but this girl is a whole MMA fighter and I got shit to do. A broken leg is not the thing for me to deal with right now. So I find a way to get away from her without punching her in the face even though I wanted to so bad 😩 I run in the cab and she catches the door right before it closes. So she’s trying to pu me out the car yelling “Really that’s how you gonna act? That’s what a sorority sister is? Fuck you forever then” I looked at that cab driver who’s in complete shock and say, “PULL TF OFF!” Door open and all. My seatbelt was on though 🤷🏽‍♀️
By JTM6 years ago in Humans
The Golden Rule
We live our lives through a screen, not remembering what it means to have a real conversation, what's life. Why are we? We try to control others and what they do and what they mean, but we see, Resistance only makes the other stronger, opposing anything is pointless, we all see.
By Sustainable Scott6 years ago in Humans
the day the week-ended
Flashback to a prematurely midnight-blue sky, nine to fivers walked cautiously, cradling their toilet paper against their chests as if comforting a small child. Lockdown was imminent and the city chorused with both curiosity and disbelief. The glare of touchscreens, the instant message beeps and the constant cursor clicks on the BBC news reload button, screamed skepticism.
By Chelsea Branch6 years ago in Humans
Let us embrace abnormality!
Looking at my last photograph before quarantine put me into shock, because it unexpectedly crashed over me as a tidal wave of overwhelming emotion. Prior to scrolling to the exact photograph in my gallery my confidence was incredibly high. Normal is a word that will never mean the same exact thing to any two people. This is an angle I can work with! Unsure normal and I have ever had a long-term relationship. This caused me great excitement! Believing any photograph would be an easy explanation. The real challenge would be putting a twist into my writing style to show my personality. For me it is always my favorite part of writing, and it keeps my readers interested in staying engaged reading the story.
By Jessica Lynn6 years ago in Humans
06.02.20 13:09PM Berlin
February was a peculiar month, one that was very much divided. The first half was care-free and exciting. Fueled by ambition and a will to excel. For you see, I had moved to Berlin only two weeks prior. I was at the start of an adventure; one that would soar my career to heights I had never reached before. I was fresh out of university and had landed my first professional job as a singer on a cruise ship. I had 'made it'. It felt good. The job sat in my planner for 3 months and the time had finally arrived for me to start this adventure and move to Berlin for the 2-month rehearsal process.
By George Fairclough6 years ago in Humans
The Last "Normal" Photo
It was the second time we had gone to The Met together. It was the first day that the weather was nice. It felt like spring. I remember being so excited because it meant summer was just around the corner. I had just gotten back from Texas the week before and we missed each other dearly so we decided to spend the entire Sunday wandering around the city. We met at Starbucks because that is my usual ritual every time I go to The Met. Something about that walk seems surreal now. I can’t remember a single thing we talked about but I know that there was a moment when I looked at him and thought “I hope we do this a lot this summer”.
By Sarah LaFleur6 years ago in Humans
The Biggest One Ever
Concentration. Are you ready? If so, let's go. Starting with names of . . . I have no idea why I opened with this. It's a game we played when we were kids.
By Karen Lichtman6 years ago in Humans
When Social Distancing Was a Choice
Three months ago, escaping the city and getting away from the hustle and bustle was a choice. One that my husband and I would choose over and over if we had the option. A weekend getaway was relaxing, peaceful, and allowed us quality time together, without our children screaming and running throughout the house. Three months ago, we went on our last weekend getaway for who knows how long, and we would do just about anything to do it again.
By Shaley Speaks6 years ago in Humans
GEORGE FLOYD.
I am a product of a mixed race Jamaican dad, and a mother with original Arawak Jamaican Indian blood running through her veins. I move amongst all levels of society, consisting of all races. I don't fake, I create my space. Racism for me boils down to a level of misunderstanding and lack of knowledge of one's culture and struggles. It's bred out of an ignorance for others that look and think different.
By Joan Marsh6 years ago in Humans
Every hero, every day, every one
Hero: A hero is a real person or a main fictional character who, in the face of danger, combats adversity through feats of ingenuity, courage or strength.
By Laura McCann6 years ago in Humans
A Saint | St. Elizabeth of Hungary
St. Elizabeth, a Hungarian princess, and a great saint, was born on July 7th, 1207, and passed away on 17th, November, 1231. Elizabeth was married at the age of 14 and widowed at the age of 20. After her husband's death she sent her children away and regained her money, she used that money to build a hospital where she herself served the sick. She became a symbol of Christian charity after her death at the age of 24
By justalilpeachy 6 years ago in Humans
Shagging in the Lilies
I've started avoiding the news. The hysteria this week over a certain government adviser has reached such a frenzy that I can't bear it any longer. Thankfully I'd booked the week off work and as the weather has been glorious I've been able to spend a lot of time outside in the garden.
By Richard Douglas6 years ago in Humans