humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
The Scarf
It was nearing prom season in my last year of high school, I had made some friends but had yet to meet someone I’d want to date. I’d go visit my Mom at her new place every so often, she told me that I really should be thinking about getting a date for prom. Even when I told her that most of my friend group didn’t have dates, her advice stood firm that going sans date wasn’t fun, I’d regret it, and they’d all be sorry, trust me! So I went and hunted down a boyfriend, through one of my good school friends. Was I attracted to him? Not in the least. Did I now get to tell my Mom I had a prom date? Sure did. He was quite patient with me, given that I was vastly and deeply emotionally constipated especially at that time. I liked the company and he was kind enough, along with agreeing to be my prom date. It was nice having a friend to sleep next to, key word “friend.”I don’t think he caught on to the red flags that I clearly brought to the table, the main one being that I held my breath when we made out. There was just so much saliva and I could not understand why, but I had nothing to compare it to so for a while I assumed that this is just what all kissing must be like. I think something I believed to be a major drawback was how he ate popcorn, it ruined all of our relationship potential in my mind.
By Camille Cote6 years ago in Humans
Dreadlock Disaster
I used to frequent this dive bar in my 20’s that has unsurprisingly been shut down in recent years. On any given night one could never be sure what to expect, especially regarding the patrons. Ranging from rowdy underaged maritime boys to full fledged biker gang members, it was usually a gamble. Regardless of the haphazard crowd, it was always a good time. I attribute this to the fact that it offered karaoke almost every single night. There’s nothing more unifying than collectively butchering some of history’s greatest hits, all while throwing back a pint.
By Reptile Dysfunction 6 years ago in Humans
'What the hell did I just do?'
Excuse the cliche, but I wonder how much in gold I'd be worth if I had a nugget for every cock-up, or imagined cock-up, I'd managed through my life without having died yet. I would estimate enough to not end up where I bloody started nearly twenty years later. The most irritating of cliches or memes or inspirational quotes is 'life is about the journey, not the destination'. I beg to differ, because if I ended up where I started nearly twenty years ago, what does it mean for me? I'm Benjamin sodding Button? What... sucking on a tit before I end up being hurled back into the womb? I'll try not to be negative - it could, after all, be something to look forward to.
By Dawn Sandells6 years ago in Humans
Gone Fishing. Catfishing, that is.
Everyone has undoubtedly heard the age old phrase “an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”. If that’s true then you can call me Stevie Wonder. Sorry Gandhi, but I’m going to have to side with Muhammad Ali on this one, “you kill my dog, you better hide your cat”. As it turns out, revenge is a dish best served with margaritas and a side of catfish.
By Reptile Dysfunction 6 years ago in Humans
I Dated Sam Heughan
It started when I saw the posts from Sam Heughan addressing bullying. I felt bad for him and could empathize. So, I took to Instagram and sent him a brief note of support. Then I got bored. What follows is me in my boredom. (All is in fun and meant solely for entertainment. I hope you enjoy this because I know he will never see it).
By Traci E. Langston6 years ago in Humans
Wheelchair=Excuse?
Before we get right into the story, I think it's best to let everyone know that I am a wheelchair user courtesy of former friends who thought I should "loosen up" (it involved garbage, a large fall, a butterfly net, and pigeons) and this story takes place while I was still a wheelchair user. In my junior year of high school, I was taking a gym class for the sake of earning credits. Before, my anxiety was my strength and my weakness, but one I could no longer use my legs, well, it's pretty much the same, but I had to be helped back into the wheelchair after falling out during a panic attack. On the plus side, I shared the class with the stunning and strong thespian, Roman Prince, with whom I was in a relationship with.
By Monique Star6 years ago in Humans










