humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Meditation
Meditation) or #meditation practice is called "the inner circle" in the Buddhist tradition. By all accounts, meditators were better off on the spiritual path than non-meditator Buddhists who had nothing else to do with them (except perhaps a brief period of free time). And I suppose that happens when you go through it over and again during your life – one little thing turns into another giant step down towards mediocrity until eventually, everything has dropped out.
By Shohaib Pathan3 years ago in Humans
The Darnedest Things
I was sitting outside the Service Canada Office in my home city the other day, waiting for it to open at some ungodly hour of the morning. My wife had to do a check-in on some government stuff and I was along for the ride. As the time for opening approached, activity could be noted on the other side of the glass windows and doors. When the clock finally struck the appropriate hour, two elderly and confused-looking Commissionaires opened the front doors for business and immediately transformed themselves into controlling, yet bumbling buffoons. They began directing the small sprinkling of clients, who were already waiting to speak to an agent, into various line-ups on either side of the entrance door. One line-up was for those who had previously booked and appointment. Another line-up was forming, which oddly enough, was not for those who HADN'T booked an appointment but rather, for those who did not need help with passport issues. The ‘passport’ line was eventually assimilated into the 'appointment line-up' and finally sent to a third queue which hovered around a nearby bench and which had a seemingly non-descript purpose. When we first arrived outside the office, fifteen minutes before that, we were second in line to enter the door. When all was said and done, we ended up first in line on the most-recently-formed 'non-appointment' side of the door. The family that was first in line prior to opening, was now last in line on the 'appointment' side of the door, even though they had no appointment. It was ultimately discerned by the smarter of the two Commissionaires, that this family should leave and come back at another time when the office was not as busy. Just a note on that one – there were still just seven people/groups in line in total. The problem, as far as I could tell, was that there were now four separate lines. The male of the Commissionaire species seemed visibly shaken at this point. Beads of perspiration began to emerge from between the furrows of his twitching brow. His attempts to appear as if he were in control of the situation, did not fool even the small immigrant children tugging on parent coat tails. At last he threw his hands in the air, muttered in deep frustration and went inside the office. He plopped himself down on his chair and, while drumming his fingers on his little desk, he stared off into space for several minutes. The female Commissionaire seemed a little perplexed with her partner in crime. However, in his absence, she seemed to muster some degree of coherence and clarity. As a result of her efforts, the individuals and groups in line soon became prepared to finally make their way into the office with a small semblance of order. Once inside the office they were directed to a 'common' line which merged all of the outside lines into one. This line led to a kiosk where it was discerned what the true purpose of their visit was. Each individual/group/family was then distributed to a large unified marshalling area where they could wait for one of the two working agents to become available to offer assistance to anyone with any query (appointment or not / passport or not).
By John Oliver Smith3 years ago in Humans
An open letter to my idiotic testicles: dear testicles, you are the worst and I HATE you.
Balls, I've really had it up to here with your bullshit. There's no "love/hate" relationship here. I literally just hate you. I know hate is a strong word but I mean it. So I want you to read every word of this damn hate mail and understand I mean every. damn. word. and I mean it with my whole damn heart.
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Lost Scrolls 2022
Just as the cannon fires Sunday morning, I want to run a quick errand. I say, "I want to be back in 10 minutes." Jacqueline literally sets her clock and says, "Go." I don't think I need to run, but I should have known better. There is something about the time warp that is the festival grounds. I speed walk to where I need to go, but get stopped by friends on the way. I try to get through my salutations quickly. I go to the honey booth, but that vendor is always kind too and that always leads to conversation. I make my purchase and b-line back to the booth. I am stopped about 20 feet before the booth by my friend Greg who says he has something for me. This.. .
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans
Spooning
In my circle of friends, there are those who are, what we call “party animals.” Not only do they enjoy attending parties, they thrive on hosting them. Very often, there is no reason for a get-together. However, we’ll get an email stating, “We’re having a few people over, join us!” After the notation for the date and time, there will be the usual: “Reply only if you’re not coming – but we’re hoping you will attend. It’ll be fun.”
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
