humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Dishonor
“Kim and I are seeing each other and were in love. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Jake said. “You’re a liar Kim would never do that to me, why would you want to hurt me like this.” I screeched. “There was a long pause. “I’m sorry I wanted to tell you before but she didn’t want to hurt you, call her and ask; she’ll tell you.” he said “That’s my best friend. She would never do that, why do you hate me so much that you’d lie on her.” I hung up the phone enraged. My thoughts raced 1000 miles per hour. Why would he do this to me we were no longer together but why befriend me and act as if he cared about a friendship, all to take another stab at me as if the break up hadn’t hurt me before. It had been more than a year and yet the sting or rejection still slightly lingered. I wanted the friendship I guess, but truth be told Kim had been spending the last year pushing us both in each other lives feeding me the idea he still wanted to be with me. Now here I’m sitting with my head spinning in confusion. All from a few text and a call between my only two friends in the middle of my work day. I was sick to my stomach on why he wanted to destroy me or my friendship for that matter. What if anything had I done to this guy?
By Laquell Gashi4 years ago in Journal
Escape into the secret passage
An escape is important part of finding happiness in a troubled home. There wasnt much in the 80’s for a child to do other than drive into a book filled with fantastical creatures and hope for a better future. I would spend hours reading these books with the hopes of being pulled into the story like the tale of The Never Ending Story.
By Sarah urffer4 years ago in Journal
Your expertise is boring! - It Doesn't mean anybody isn't Good.
I see your lips persuading, but all I notice by the ear is Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I remember as formerly known it's now not what you need to pay regard to, however spotless, in sheathing you are a public speaker, penman, symbolical, or other “expert” I see being interviewed through the advice media, your intelligence truly isn't very pleasing. Facts are ten cents-a-twelve, and yours is not unmatched.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam4 years ago in Journal
REFLECTION25
Growing up, I was the kid that always got the prophetic word. Like dang... Can I just be on the organ/keyboard and enjoy watching people scream and fall out?! Noooo, not me. I just know I've gotten about a million words about my music, my calling in life, and even words about me being born. This was no easy childhood life to live. I felt like I had to live up to a certain expectation. Not that anyone put them on me, it was just the fact of always being singled out in my family. From being called "the chosen one" and "superstar" so much, I felt like I had to deliver. That my friends... caused a lot of thought patterns that I was unaware of until I was put in a position to live on my own and make decisions for myself like I really wanted to. When this started happening, I was 22 years old. So what was my childhood like? All I can share with you is what I remember. It was sort of all a flash, but there were some very significant moments that I just can't forget.
By Anthony Fisher4 years ago in Journal
DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCES, FUNERAL DIRECTORS ARE EVERYDAY, NORMAL PEOPLE TOO
Yeah, I’m different. You’re different. We’re all different. We as humans are different in our cultures, in our beliefs, in our race and in our lives. And yet, we’re one in the same. We all have one life to live. We are all given the same world, the same breaths. Maybe our circumstances are different, and we certainly deal with said circumstances differently; but we’re still human. We still bleed, we still cry, we still feel. We still lead the life that we lead on our own accord.
By Noah Watry4 years ago in Journal
I Would Like Refund Please
I don’t know what's going on. I can feel myself starting to panic. Waiting for the confrontation. Dreading the inevitable that is about to happen. This war that is about to start. I know what's coming my way. The yelling and slamming of doors.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Journal
Finding Peace
I heard her tiny body hit the wall before he slammed shut the bathroom door, and a cry that sounded more like that of a child, then that of an 8 pound dog. It pierced through the wall that separated us, and through my heart which was beating out of sync and out of tune; beating a rhythm of terror and despair, ancient, formidable, daunting. My stalker was now in my home, raping me. And all I could hear was my heart beat, his rancid breathing, and my little dog’s sudden silence.
By Piper Monique Dellums4 years ago in Journal
Slow Down and Just Live
Do you remember when the biggest stress in your life was whether or not someone else in class was wearing the same outfit as you? If the varsity football player you had a crush on even knew you existed? Whether or not mom and dad were going to let you borrow the car this weekend? Growing up you hear over and over how fast life flies by from “the adults”. You never actually listen to it though. You are too busy just trying to grow up so you don't have to follow the rules of your parents anymore or the stupid rules from school. You think, once you are in your twenties and have it all figured out (eye roll) then you can start enjoying life and not let it pass you by. But then you wake up and you're about to turn 35 and starting to really understand what all those “adults” were telling you about it flying by and fully grasping that you are one of those “adults” now. While being aware of how fast life is passing you by, you are still unable to just slow down and take it all in. Because now the stress is not whether or not you and someone else will wear the same outfit or if the varsity boy you have a crush on notices you or if mom and dad will let you borrow the car. It is instead- whether or not your clothes still fit and if you can afford new ones if they don't, it is will your spouse give you some alone time to think and notice you a little less and if you are going to have enough money to make the payment on your car, or your car insurance-forget gas, your car has been running on fumes at this point. Life so quickly goes from passing you by from living life to the fullest responsibility-free, to passing you by while you are caught up in the stress of adulthood. Life goes from passing you by from not paying attention to your responsibilities to passing you by from being so bogged down in your responsibilities that you forgot to live in the mean time. You just wanted to be old enough to graduate high school, you just wanted to be done with college, you just want to be old enough to retire. You just “want” for so much and in the mean time, life is racing by you. Until one day you wake up and realize, you missed out enjoying on your twenties when you were too wrapped up in waiting to get out of college and feeling sorry for yourself in all your mostly self inflicted hard-times and now you are missing out on life once again while you mourn losing your twenties.
By Michelle Paiva4 years ago in Journal
