humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
When Stuck on Stupid Becomes a Choice
Many of us place emphasis on not shaming or unnecessarily hurting other people's feelings. While this is a generally good approach for everyday life situations, there are some instances where ignorance is not always innocent. When it manifests as willful ignorance, it should be considered a form of aggression, including passive aggressiveness.
By Fannie LeFlore9 years ago in Humans
My Friend Loneliness!
I have reached a point in my life when I must accept what is. Way back in the year of 1956, a happy baby boy was born in the month of February. When he was born, he had no bills, no taxes, no worries at all except where he was going to get his first meal. He came into the world and people took care of him, hand and foot. The more he screamed, the more he got. He had plenty of people around him. He had protection in every form possible. He came into the world alone and was welcomed with open arms.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Humans
Dear 35-Year-Old Me
I hope you’re happy. Finally, after years and years of talking down to yourself, not thinking you’re deserving of love, or interaction or even a kind word from others—to think you’re not worth the attention of someone who clearly thinks you are—finally, I hope you’re happy. I hope you’ve listened to the people who told you were kind, and who told you that you made them smile, or that they continued doing something because you believed in them. I hope you still believe in people; I hope that after all the bad experiences you’ve had with the wrong people, it hasn’t clouded the fact that the world is full to the brim of lovely, lonely, vibrant and amazing people—and you love making a connection with them. And, to a lesser degree, I hope you’ve realised that when people told you that you were attractive, pretty, beautiful, etc., you don’t have to explain to them why you’re not. You’re not up your own arse for accepting kindness. Yeah, life’s not about being a piece of art, or attracting others, or people fancying you—but it’s not about berating your appearance either. Sometimes, it’s okay to feel good about yourself, and sometimes it’s okay to spend money on looking good. I hope you realise how lucky you are that you had the body you had (and put no effort into). And I hope one day you look at pictures of yourself and realise that you were beautiful.
By Pixie Alannah-Wilde9 years ago in Humans
The Big Sister I've Always Wanted!!
I am a huge advocate of the computer. I practically live with it. I can never do without it. My life is pretty much geared around it. Obviously, this article was written with it. During the course of its use, I may need to use the internet from time to time. When you come across something interesting, you would bookmark it so that you can go right back to the exact page you wanted. You might change the page in some way, but you can always return to it at any time in the future anytime you want.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 25
January into February 1934 had given the people who came into La Première Etoile plenty to talk about. There had been Stavinsky's supposed suicide (or assassination as many were calling it). They were all repeating Le Canard Enchaîné's quip about Stavinsky having a "long arm" if he could have shot himself from the distance that the bullet which killed him came from.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
The Positive and the Negative
I am, by nature, a stoic, sardonic person. I don’t outwardly exhibit a great deal of emotion (I’m laughing on the inside, true story) but I have always had a knack for presenting myself with a cutting wit, something I think comes from also being a naturally intelligent person.
By D. Gabrielle Jensen9 years ago in Humans
Today I Folded the Towels "Wrong"
I've been folding towels one particular way for nearly 20 years. Not today. Today I folded them "wrong." It may seem ridiculous or arbitrary something as insignificant as the "right" way to fold a towel but for me, the method of towel folding was something that kept me safe.
By Claudia Sanders9 years ago in Humans
Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady!!!
I am an OLD man. I am merely 61 years old. Okay, I am not a fossilized redwood tree, but I have been around the block so much that I am almost dizzy. My head, however, is still connected and very functional. So, now, I will begin.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Humans
Your Birthday Isn't Important
I have a poor relationship with my birthday. It doesn’t mean a thing to me; it never did. No one ever really cared for mine, apart from my family, of course. No one went out of their way to make sure I was remembered. And I didn’t like telling anyone because to me, surely, if I was important to any extent, I and my birthday would be remembered without question. I get it, people forget things, but my mum made a list of all my old primary school “friends” (it’s complicated) and their birthdays so we made sure I didn’t forget them. But everybody else was apparently remembered and celebrated by their friends, so why not me?
By Bushra Shahriar9 years ago in Humans
