humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

Help! I've been having a mid-life crisis since I was 16 and now I'm 28
There is an entire generation of humans on the internet: young adults freaking out about how much a mess they are. They're the ones that are "so relatable," whose perfectly curated Instagram conveys their quirky nature while still looking professional. Their blog is updated reliably and includes keywords like I'm a mess, broke, single, wine, pizza. They insist they eat crappy, garbage food, but their skin is flawless.
By Lovin4 years ago in Journal
How happy employees are more productive?
People love the idea that their work and designation are important. It means other people know their name as someone who does special work.
By AllaboutStats4 years ago in Journal
Love letter to my "stomping grounds"
28MAR2022; 1042, MON DMV (DC, Md, and Va metropolis), standup; haha! Seriously tho, this "brief" note is my portion of the lightly edited version of yet another social media debate that I'm incredibly surprised hasn't gotten me banned just yet.
By Nefarious Darrius4 years ago in Journal
Don't speak up now.
It's time again. The cosy kids awake from their deep slumber and get into fight mode. Someone had poked them with a stick. When I say cosy kids, I refer to people like those I went to school with. Upper middle-class white, academically educated, able-bodied, mostly catholic, cis-het kids that enjoyed safety, warmth and food growing up. Whoever ticks all the boxes arguably has it quite cosy. Cosy enough to make it easy for them to understand this worlds brutality, its injustices and pain as far-away issues that do not relate to them. Maybe, for some, even cosy enough to understand themselves, however unconsciously, as superior to others.
By Pierre Musa4 years ago in Journal
Just keep swimming
Let me just start by saying that the man standing in the boat with the complete look of distress as it sinks is one hundred percent me, right now. I recently lost my job; well it has actually been around a month and sadly I still have not found a new source of employment. Sitting here for this month job searching has led me here, to express the hardships of actually finding a well enough paying job to sustain my current living situation. My job laid off over 600 employees due to labor costs and that news was broken to me around 3pm on the last Monday of last month. Now for those of us who get paid bi-weekly (every 2 weeks) and the pay week just passed there were a series of tears and breakdowns I went through throughout that day before I actually pulled myself together again. For lack of better words it was hard as hell. I didn't know how I was going to pay my upcoming bills the next day or moving immediately forward. After pulling myself together I knew that there were a series of steps that needed to happen to have some sort of stability in this otherwise very unstable situation. But these steps also came with their own complications and struggles that add to the sinking ship that is the job hunt. Lets take a quick look at those pros and cons..
By Bri Price4 years ago in Journal
Losing you
Waves crashing. Darkness consuming. Looking into three sets of tiny eyes and speaking the words, "Daddy's body was to sick..." Endless tears. All of these things are my life now. Six months feels like six life times, and also six seconds. How could you be stolen from us? How can you be gone? Yesterday I was laying next to you. Wishing I would have held you tighter. Begging the universe for just one more second of your skin against mine. Sniffing the air hoping to just smell your scent one last time. Why did I tell our girls you would be ok? I promised them you were strong. Regretting those words once I saw your mangled body in that hospital bed. Every doctor and nurse telling me there was nothing they could do. Sitting with your empty shell overnight. Hating the woman who was driving that car. Why you? Why...you...? Searching for your light in every day. Watching for blue jays and deer. Are you out there? My soul still searches for yours. I wonder if you see me now, I'm a shell just like you were. Putting my happy mask on so the world can't look to deep. What is under these layers of pretending? Waves crashing. Darkness consuming. Oh and those tiny eyes...always watching. Would you be proud of who I am now? Half a year...how has it been so long. Look at me go, rambling on the internet, writing my feelings down. How many years has it been since I've written anything? Would you read these words? Oh love of my life why you. Why...you? Through every battle and every hardship we endured. From high school sweet hearts to burying your ashes. What is this life now without you...? I look to our girls, our three precious girls. How will I raise them without you? How will I teach them about happiness when I can't even muster up my own? They look to me for all the answers now and with my empty shell and happy mask I try my hardest to show them a future with love and happiness. I will fake it till I make it...just fake it... Ground me love. Ground me with your spirit. Guide me from the other side where your spirit now watches over us. I will watch for those blue jays and slow for those deer who cross my path. Broken...bleeding...those images just wont leave my mind. Those doctors repeating their sermon. "There's nothing we can do." How can I continue again? With those images flooding my mind. With those three sets of tiny eyes...always...watching. Do you see them when they smile? Do you see us when we go on adventures? Are you with us at night when we all can't sleep? Do you see me pursuing my dreams? I hope you know that every picture I take, It's all for you now. I will not give up or give in to this shell that has consumed me. I will fake it, I will pretend, I will endure, until I fill this empty shell again. I will take our children to the ends of the earth and back again just like we always wanted. I will not sit still...I will make you proud. Will you walk with your spirit intertwined with mine and give me your strength? You are the strongest man that has ever walked into my life and I know that just being with you for the last ten years has made me stronger. I have lost myself for now, but through this darkness I know your soul is guiding me. Those three sets of tiny eyes...waves crashing...darkness consuming...and your hand holding mine forever from the other side...
By Sage Bowman4 years ago in Journal
The Concept of Freedom
Humanity speaks about freedom as though it is an unattainable dream. And in so many ways, it is, for us and everyone impacted by us. Because the fight for freedom by one country or person or government or community still creates ripples in the small pond of our world that branch out and affect everyone else. People start wars all the time, over what? The ability to make a choice for themselves.
By Edlyn Escoto4 years ago in Journal
You Are The Last Hope For Humanity
Humanity is still alive, but only just. The dystopian world you were born into may seem hopeless, but it's up to you to change that. After all, there's nobody else who can save humanity from the edge of extinction! Will you succeed? Find out in this choose-your-own-adventure style guide on how to save humanity from extinction!
By ArJun4 years ago in Journal
My Name Is Sandra N Ewsington
Once a child asked me "Sandra why does chocolate taste bad?" and I knew they had the chops. You know what I'm talking about, especially you people who usually don't like kids all that much. You see that one kid who has the talent to become something more than those other kids around them and if you just helped cultivate that potential they'd bloom from a snot-nosed brat into something special.
By Wobbify4 years ago in Journal
No Matter How Hard I Work, I Will Never Have The Same Opportunities as Kim Kardashian . Top Story - March 2022.
I’ve wanted to be a professional writer for as long as I can remember. I used to write ‘books’ in elementary school and share them with my teachers. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve dreamed of holding my book in my hands and meeting fans at book signings. I’d love to write full time and support myself with my writing, but that hasn’t happened yet. I have made some money from my writing, but it’s not enough to support myself. Even worse, I haven’t been able to finish my book.
By Jade M.4 years ago in Journal
An Ode To The Divide
March 12, 2022 When the opening instrumentation of Alessi's "Savin' The Day" tied my contemplations to an emotional head, it brought me to thoughts of music; of how new technologies persuaded the hearts of fresh eyes to put their all--their free spirits--into the mix. Sounds like that are indescribable. Perhaps they are what we fold back into once we leave this world once again. As I look at them, I am reminded of how precious life is. How any split second difference in decision could have prevented any of us from being here. Let alone the separate decisions that could have prevented them from knowing each other. It is horrifying. Even from a young age, I have always seen myself as larger than my form. Even now, I pride myself on feeling larger than the rest. Not as an ego trip: but as someone for each and all to look up to. The parts of songs that bring my mind to glimpse the crystallization of their power seem to involve a vision of the sky, as the string of notes at hand rise powerfully into it. Almost as a love letter from our hearts, out to the farthest reaches of the Universe and the endless beings that share this world with us. Apparently pressing t in Chrome YouTube changes the theme from a white background to black and gray (grey). Try it!
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Journal
Dear Journal
It's Friday. It is a beautiful day. It is over 70 degrees outside today. I have been optimistic the last few days. I like it. Ideas have been flooding through my brain. I try to write something everyday. I rode by some woods today and saw some tents. The homeless people are branching out or maybe there are more that have come to the area. On the other side of the street is the original area homeless people had tents in. I joked with my kids saying we are gonna be doing that. Riding by and seeing it again today made me seriously think about actually living outside. I found out that there is a thing called "glamping". It is glamorous camping. I now want to find some land and buy it. I want to get an RV or a trailer or maybe even build a house on the land. My neighbor and I had talked about buying sheds and connecting them to make a small home. There are so many benefits to living that way. The only thing for me is how do we shower and/or use the bathroom. I figure we would just take tub baths, no showers. I can get a generator for electricity. I am really considering this.
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Journal