humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

What A Night
In researching the recess of my memory it was in the spring of '83 that I experienced what The Four Seasons sang about in their hit "Oh! What A Night" When in the opening lyrics of that hit instead of back in December of '63, Oh! What a night for me was that night back in '83. That night especially was a very special time for me. And, as the lyrics go as I remember what a night it was for me. I didn't even know her name when she waltzed up to the bar at the Gold Room. I knew then things were never going to be the same. What a lady and what a night it turned out to be.
By Dr. Williams9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Gouge Out My Eyes Why Don’t You? I told DJ of the news and she gasped. Tears filled her eyes. So she left to be with him. Bryce, I mean. Who else? I mean, it’s his sister. Ok, that was stupid. Uh, why do I talk so choppy? That’s not the point. Anyways, I was almost jealous, that’s how upset she was. So I was alone in my studio. I looked around me, at the mirror me’s in the walls. I saw a girl in way over her head. I didn’t see me, the dancer. So I walked to the stereo, taking my jacket off along the way. I needed to decide, instrumental or lyrical? I chose lyrical, for a challenge. I chose "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. I stood with my legs crossed, bent to the side, arm over my head. On the first note, I rose. Spreading my arms wide, I twirled. When I rose from the twirl I leaped into the air in a spiral. I allowed myself to crumple into a ball. I let myself lay all the way flat on my back; I made my torso rise first. I pretended to walk out the door in a moonwalk fashion. I danced for hours. By the time I was finished it was late, like 1 am. I walked down the street to my apartment. I walked up the stairs, my body tired. So I barely made it into my living room. I collapsed into my easy chair. I felt sleep coming on, but I wanted to know if Sierra was ok. I practically crawled to my kitchen. I got a Monster Energy drink out of my fridge. These were usually for the days that I had late interviews or Bryce when he stayed with me. So there was no harm in taking one to run to the hospital. I popped the top on it and sat with my back against the fridge door. I gingerly sipped the substance. The liquid burned my throat as it travelled into my stomach. I felt it spread from my core, almost like when you’re cold and you drink hot cocoa. I felt it spread into my arms, my legs. Warmth. With the Monster it was energy. I got up ten minutes later when I finished it.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
In Front of The Help.
The first time I felt superior towards someone was while working a summer job at the local Target. My cashier’s job gave me enough pocket money to buy too many cups of coffee at the nearby gas station, a pack of cigarettes per day and gas for my scooter. I was quite young and very insecure. Our boss was a severe, angry man who would scold anyone he could corner and he’d start every day by yelling at his employees. It was like any other morning at the store. I had been working there for a bit over a month. During my second month there, our boss hired a few new summer employees just like me. I sat at the cashiers chair and the customers kept lining up. People would sigh and tap their foot because it was taking me such a long time to figure out a missing price on a clay plant pot. With my shaky voice I called for help through the in-house speaker. No-one came to my rescue. I called for “Staff to cash register number 2” the second time and finally one of the new girls ran over to me. She was very beautiful with a long brown wavy hair and she was a few years older than I was. She smiled and sat down next to me and started ringing people up. The endless line of sulky, impatient people was gone in just a few moments. She was leaving and as she smiled at me I snapped at her: “Next time you better come the first time I call for you!”
By Teija Dee9 years ago in Humans
No Hate
So, I randomly clicked on a video on YouTube. It was a proposal video. A woman proposing to her longtime girlfriend. It was very sweet and very beautiful. Then I started to read the comments on the video and felt really disgusted by what these people said. I can't believe how close minded some people are. Those words hurt me a lot. I saw words like faggot, and dykes. One person even said, "We need more gas chambers."
By Danyelle Lewinson9 years ago in Humans
Alienated
You ever get the feeling that you are from another planet? Like you just don’t belong here? I do. I get that feeling all the time. I just don’t belong where I am at. I think in another language. I feel as if this air I breathe is too tight.
By Zy Ware9 years ago in Humans
I Believe in the Unsaid
We have all found those moments where we find ourselves either sitting staring at the wall hoping for the other person to say anything, anything at all, during a conversation. I have found myself in this instance almost on a daily basis. However, I have also found myself more capable of drawing conclusions about the environment around me. I expected my grandmother died after days of hospice when I saw the hearse roll by my high school after school one autumn evening. I also predicted future relations amongst my friends based on the aura and body language. With this skill, my 6th sense, I have found myself in a place of never ending the silence. Even if I knew I was right, society expects everything now to be kept quiet. One step over the line such as knowing another classmate's third-hour class, or remembering someone's birthday that isn't related to you could cost anyone the label of "stalker."
By Katryna Weingart9 years ago in Humans
Toxic Relationships
In today’s world, people view relationships very immaturely. The thing is if you are not happy being single then when you are in a relationship that unhappiness is going to come out in different ways. Being in a relationship will not be the cure for your unhappiness, as the most important thing is to be happy with yourself.
By S P9 years ago in Humans
A Personal Definition of Crazy
Now I have to admit; the term 'crazy' can be misconstrued in many different ways. What is it to be considered crazy? We each have our own subjective way of deciding which person seems deserving of this word with little to no actual meaning behind it. Is “crazy” just another societal term that places people into a bubble, or is it an actual problematic trait that can be proven rationally. Honestly, I can’t answer these questions even if I wanted to. All I know is what, exactly, it means to me; nothing. Let me explain.
By Alex B9 years ago in Humans
This Isn't an Exorcism
These are merely words... No one likes to read about this. No one except voyeurs. I’m not writing for this for anyone’s enjoyment, including my own. I don’t think writing about it will heal me or anyone else. These are incidents that have never been put into words. We all have these incidents in our lives. They happen, but we never think of them in words. We never describe them. We move forward. The actions remain forever replaying in a little compartment in our brains, and we never put it into words. For some of us, putting it into words is too dangerous. It breeds rumination and rumination has a way at eating away the brain without addressing the issue at all. But here I am, taking one step, for me. This is not healing. This is not an exorcism. These are merely words.
By Crisanta 9 years ago in Humans
My Last Love Letter
It marks a year since the last time we spoke or seen one another. Even though time has passed and I have a better understanding of why you walked away from the friendship, the pain of that moment still remains.
By Tatiana Parker9 years ago in Humans
Can Your Sexual Preferences Be Phobic?
Picture this for a second... You go out on a date with an amazing man. He is everything you have ever dreamed of. He is good looking, he dresses well, he is smart, caring and affectionate, has an amazing job, pays for the bill... and you decide you will bring him up for a nightcap after the date.
By Beth Gibbons9 years ago in Humans
I Was Eleven
I was eleven with the body of a sixteen-year-old. The hormones raging through my system mimicked what I looked like on the outside. I was the perfect storm. I was the perfect target. I was coming into womanhood and trying to find myself. There were plenty of guys willing to show me the way. One in particular just decided to be all too aggressive about it. He was the step-brother of my best friend at the time, Harry. I hardly knew anything about him except that he seemed a like a goofy teenager. I just wish it could have all remained fun and games.
By Tiffany Thompson9 years ago in Humans