humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
When You Need a Winter Warm Up and It’s Not Even Winter Yet
Two very real personas raising holy hell. I guess this has been years in the making. If I didn’t know better, I’d be thinking dissociative identity disorder (aka split personality.) But there’s no disintegration into a mental health condition, just no-holds-barred internal struggles. Two selves emerged, forged from blizzard-ravaged crystal clear icicles desperately trying to melt to a more amenable liquid state. The me that grew up not knowing the arctic blasts of winter, enjoying warm subtropical temps, and me#2 that experienced over a decade of British winters and senses this promises to be a brutal one.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Humans
series of journal entries
11/21 This weekend was better than the last. I have been working out and putting my mental health first, more consistently. I have definitely seen some changes for the better and it makes me happy. Some days are obviously better than others but the good days have been outweighting the bad.
By for my mental health4 years ago in Humans
Tickets to the Circus
As if moving into a new apartment wasn’t difficult enough, what with the address change and new phone number, we get stuck with a number that is almost exactly the same as Ticketmaster’s number. When we were first issued the number, I thought we had hit the jackpot because it is an extremely easy number to remember.
By Greg Imler4 years ago in Humans
Drama at the Deli Counter
I pulled the little paper tab out of the dispenser and looked at my number. It was 01, and the digital display behind the deli counter was on 97. Not bad, I thought, and went and stood in line while I thought of all the delicious meat and cheese I was about to acquire.
By Greg Imler4 years ago in Humans
Life on the road in a Rock Band
Story#2 When it comes to travel, usually its coordinated so you are booked closely to each gig. In most cases when you are booked for a gig in the 80's, you are booked at a club or Bar for a week, in some cases its a split 3 days at one club, and 3 days at another club in the same city. But in most cases you play a week at one place , That's 6 days. Sundays are a travel day, bars and clubs where closed on that day. contracts for playing at these establishments were, the bands pay, which comes with accommodations, and occasionally a percentage off your alcohol or food if a restaurant is owned by the bar or club. I remember one time we had a 3 week gap with no gig, our Agent ask if we wanted to go to a far destination that paid a very lucrative sum of money. which also gave the band nice accommodation, excellent club discounts, with free buffet. Heck yah!. signed the contract and on our way.
By Joe Diniz(JBD)4 years ago in Humans
Things Men Wish They Knew About Women Before Tying The Knot
Here’s the thing about getting married: It’s fun and all. It’s the next step in your life and all. Yeah, I get it. Marriage brings with it a lot of changes in a man’s life. A lot of responsibilities. I know you will nail everything.
By The Soulful Scribbler 4 years ago in Humans
The Tale of Water and Melon
There once was a time when a first grader decided to spontaneously rename me. During my student teaching this little boy seemed to feel a rivalry with me. He was never disrespectful, but he always seemed to feel the urge to outdo me. It was almost like he saw me as an older sibling to surpass. Honestly, it was humorous. It wasn’t something that occurred every day.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Humans
The Simple Man Meets Mr.Brown
On the day in which I was scheduled to meet Mr.Brown, I showed up at his office earlier enough to meet the young lady he had just met. We exchanged small talk and friendly smiles but she did make me feel uneasy. I was excited to be considered but before my meeting, I could not shake the feeling that I had already met the winner of the competition. The thought faded as I sat in the small but aesthetically pleasing waiting room of Mr. Brown's office. As I waited my thoughts rewind to my positive day at the office. The job of a toy salesman or my job is quite simple and consists of meetings with clients, prospects, and partners in which we discuss products, places, and prices. That's what I am up to day after day. There are several different individuals and different products but the essence of the job is the same and simple. Again I say the job is simple but the individuals I work with are not. Right now, at work, I'm in the process of assisting a 9-year-old CEO who developed an excellent version of slime, patent the recipe, and now we are aggressively bringing the product to market. It was interesting to know a young man elite and advanced in the ways of business, but being with him seemed like being with any other child I've known of his age. Just then Mr. Brown swung upon his door and with a loud energetic voice, he greeted me. I jumped to my feet to shake his hand, I was excited to learn who Mr. Brown was, and what he wanted with me. He began to speak to me... loudly. I'll paraphrase everything for the reader as you'll thank me later when you discover how wordy and long-winded Mr. Brown can be. Mr. Brown told me of his lengthy research in physchology, history, and religion. He spoke with such passion for his love of these fields of study. He also said his desire for accumulating all this knowledge originally was to understand man, society, and government to give the insights to make all three better. He then lowered his voice for the first time and came close to me. He seemed much less large than life at this point in the conversation. He spoke calmly when he told me that he had become lost in academics and that knowledge had made him cynical. He told me that the complexieties of study made him lost, out of touch, and unable to give his readers what they needed most... THE TRUTH.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Humans
I Think I Might be the Grinch
“Why the hell do they have Christmas trees on display in September?” That may have been my first hint. The look on the face of the store employee who had absolutely no control over what goes in the aisles, but was convinced she was talking to a complete lunatic, was the second.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Humans
