humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
We're All Arseholes
You’re an arsehole, I’m an arsehole, we’re all arseholes. But there are different levels of arseholery. Sometimes it is just in your mind, an errant thought. A smirk at someone stumbling, disdain at a fashion faux pas, giggling at a fail on social media. We are all arseholes.
By Q-ell Betton4 years ago in Humans
FML
I thought about writing a big fancy intro or something really clever, but fuck it. You will either read it and be entertained or click on the next story. As I sat on my couch I thought to myself "how the hell did I get here?". Have you ever had that moment? It's not a midlife crisis or a mental breakdown. I remember being 18, artistic, energetic, free thinking and unstoppable. Life loves to give you zig zags and "Oh shits!" that puts one in the current situation. I had the dream of being a creative artist and animator and yet here I am an occupational therapist. Don't get me wrong. I am honored and humbled to be able to help others, but deep down that's not who I am. It's who I thought people wanted me to be. Now that my son is off to college and I am an empty nester I am doing the unthinkable. I am finally going to be who I dreamed of being without holding back. Most of you are thinking... WTF? I totally get it. Why would I go back to school after getting a master's degree and having job security? By the way when I went to school to be an occupational therapist I was 35 and it was a master degree program. If you decide to go that path it's now a doctorate. If you know the names Jay Shetty and Vishen Lakhiani then you understand why I'm doing this. If you have no clue who the hell those people are the idea is do what makes you happy and you'll make money. I highly recommend their podcasts by the way. Lots of insights and a-ha moments. I realized that creating is what makes me happy and animation. I could spend all day just creating and crafting. I've actually have begun painting in oils. Do I have any idea of what I'm doing? Absolutely not, but I'm figuring it out and Youtube is great with lots of how to videos.
By April Ratchford 4 years ago in Humans
Of Molecules and Mortality: How Wikipedia Sent Me Into a Death Spiral and Ripped The Still-Beating Childhood Right Out of My Chest.
It is a universal truth that the greatest revelations in life come to us when we're crumpled in a sobbing heap on a dingy dorm room carpet at 3:00 in the morning.
By James P.V. Miller4 years ago in Humans
Hand Dryers in Public Washrooms
Public washrooms are a really good place to do some serious people watching eh? Like . . . let me rephrase that okay! What I mean to say is that whenever I go into a public washroom I notice things that just make me want to take out my camera and start taking pictures . . . er, uh . . . this is not going well, let me start again . . .
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Humans
The Games Children Play
I didn’t grow up in an age of play-dates or in a zip code where themed birthday parties were the norm. On your birthday, if you lived in my neighborhood, you got together for cake and ice cream and general mayhem with some neighbor kids and a few cousins close to your own age. It was Wisconsin. The rules were different. Although it wasn’t too unusual for a classmate to invite a few friends, it was unheard of for a classmate to invite an entire class to their birthday party. So when I got the invitation to Billy’s party it was a big deal. It broke all the rules. First, he lived more than two blocks outside my neighborhood. Second, we weren’t BFF’s; we weren’t even F’s. And third we weren’t on the same pee-wee baseball team, we knew each other were playing different sports if you know what I mean. I was more likely to get an invitation to his little sister’s party than his. I had full confidence that this invitation was a result of some cock-eyed idea Billy’s pseudo-progressive mom had heard about from Dear Abby or her sister Ann Landers. It was definitely something she hadn’t fully thought through before she started the ball rolling.
By Lee Melahn4 years ago in Humans
The Ken Saga
It all started with a doll. It was a joke; it wasn’t taken seriously by any of us—we just wanted a laugh. We never expected it to grow into the great shenanigan that it ultimately evolved into. Granted, it’s hilarious, but it was never our intent. We were simply looking for a fun way to pass the time and be creative.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Humans
