friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
An Open Letter to My Stalker: Thank You.
At fifteen, a boy who I vaguely knew through a friend of a friend took something of a shining to me. This is no mean feat when you attend an all girls school, are entering your teenage years and desperately want a boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that I was a little frumpy and suffered from acne. Any attention from a boy two years my senior was, initially, well received.
By Hattie Haye7 years ago in Humans
Touching From a Distance
According to Gary Chapman’s best-selling book, The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts, each of us naturally shows affection in one (or two) of five main ways – quality time, physical touch, receiving gifts, words of affirmation, and acts of service. Feeling fairly confident that I knew how it was going to turn out, I decided to take the 5 Love Languages quiz to find out what my personal love language is.
By D. Gabrielle Jensen7 years ago in Humans
Soliloquy In E Minor Sharp
"I'd really like to be drunk", he thought to himself, "but I've gained a lot of weight lately and I can't afford to gain anymore". It wasn't vanity, he just couldn't afford new clothes and he was pretty close to the "breaking point", at least according to his pants. He'd never gotten into non-alcoholic drugs and didn't feel like starting now, but he'd sure love to be high.
By Guillermo Calvo7 years ago in Humans
What I Learned From Dyeing My Hair Blue
In July of 2016, I went from brunette to having blue, green, and purple “mermaid hair.” I’d wanted to dye it for a while, but had never followed through on it before. Before I did it, many of the adults around me (that weren’t my friends) kept telling me how much I’d regret it and how drastically it would negatively impact my life. I was told that I’d never get respect, that it’d ruin my hair, that I’d miss my old color too much, that it’s only something delinquent teenagers do, and even that having dyed hair would make me want to “fit in to that crowd,” somehow causing me to do things like drugs and other illegal activities. They were all certain that simply changing my hair color would somehow change who I was.
By Sarava Watson7 years ago in Humans
Her Last Day
I loved her. I still do. With everything I've got. Ever since that cloudy day four years ago when we met in the park. Ever since I realized she was the one I was looking for my whole life and after she shared her heart and her entire life with me. Ever since I moved into her place a week after we accidentally jogged into each other.
By Milan Zivic7 years ago in Humans
What We Need to Hear
Are you a friend or family member of someone with Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder or PMDD? When a loved one is living with PMDD, the sad truth is that you’re living with it too. Our condition is a serious challenge for our relationships, and admittedly, we’re not always easy to love.
By Cheeky Minx7 years ago in Humans
Give Yourself the Chance of Being Alone
Some people can't handle loneliness and other people were meant to be alone. I am part of the second group of people. Don’t take me wrong, I have friends and I sincerely appreciate them, but I like to be lonely. Loneliness is not the bad guy as we were taught, it can actually help us to understand aspects of the problems we have and the struggles we face throughout our lives.
By Kelle C Rosa7 years ago in Humans
Signs Your Friends Are Too Judgmental
There are few things worse than feeling shame or judgment. Being judged makes us feel uncomfortable, wrong, and desperate for acceptance. It's just a bad vibe that makes us question ourselves - even if we're usually very calm and confident.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart7 years ago in Humans
On Love and Tacos
When I began eating a vegetarian diet in 2001, my live-in boyfriend at the time did not. We had both come upon information about how much healthier it was to substitute vegetable proteins for meat, the cruelty involved in raising and butchering animals for food, and the environmental impact of our taste for animal flesh. But while I was moved to act, he was content to not change, saying “I just like to eat meat too much to stop”. I found it a huge turn-off, and this was one of a few reasons why he became an ex-boyfriend. To me, it was another example of how rigid he was, his inability to personally evolve.
By Liz LaPoint7 years ago in Humans
That Old Familiar Rain
In the wee hours of twilight the rhythm of the falling rain moves with a tempo whose melody is unmistakably somber in tone. The pitter patter beats a painful reminder of those yesteryears where bittersweet moments still linger in conscious thought. The gaiety of life was often subdued by tears of sorrow and woe. As I recall it was the tumultuous relationship with my parents that set me adrift in the sea of missed opportunity. Those were the days of struggle amidst hope. The decisions I made though affected more than just me. And, yet I keep paying a price for every day I threw away.
By Dr. Williams7 years ago in Humans