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!"

A Love More Powerful Than Love
I recently came across the BBC TV series Merlin on Netflix and as I’ve always loved stories of King Arthur and Camelot, I started watching.
By Skye Bothma8 years ago in Humans
Letting Go of Unhealthy Friendships
I love this picture, a black and white picture of two people's pinkies barely holding on. A grip is still a grip, though. It'll keep you there as long as you hold on.
By Yuli Ruvalcaba8 years ago in Humans
Growth: A Series
Hello Vocal Media! My name is Jacob Adams and just like every young and vibrant millennial, I'm always looking for what's next. As a recent high school graduate, I have begun to realize that life on my own is actually really terrifying, and I wanted to dialogue everything with the hopes of helping others seek encouragement, or even possibly being an inspiration for someone to take that first step into a deep, dark and somewhat irrational world.
By Jacob Adams8 years ago in Humans
Please Forgive Me
My friends, please do forgive me. I have not been so grateful for I feel as though I am not like you. I mean, it is hard to even spend time with you all. You are busy or you just cannot come out. It is sad, and I feel even more sad. During school, I cried. For so many nights, tears just dripped down my cheeks just to forget you all. It is difficult. Very difficult. I was in yearbook. I chose yearbook because I thought it would be fun. It was fun, but it was also very stressful. I took pictures, and I have to upload them. Then I have to write about it in present tense, past tense, and then a quote. It was not easy because my partner did almost nothing. All the burden was on me, and you all did not even looked a single bit concerned. It hurt my feelings and my heart very much. That's why, it was decided: I would leave you all. Peacefully and happy. I do love you, my friends, but my heart breaking matters the most. My friends, please forgive me. When I said yearbook needed help and that I had to stay there, it was a lie. All I did was watch my dramas and sleep. It was so that I could detach myself from you all. I knew it would be hard because I love you all too much. And I met someone new. But that was just another mistake. When I said I could not see you because of yearbook distribution, that was true. I asked you to visit me, which only a few of you did. It made me happy. Although I did not attend to you all, it made me happy with just a smile, wave, and a hi. My friends, please forgive me. At one point, I had muted you all. I just did not want to talk. The most disappointing thing was that even though I did mute you all, it was not like there would be a single message. It disappointed me so much that I cried. I never said it though. When there was a single message, it made me happy, and I thought, "this is really, truly sad." When I message you something, I don't think you will reply, so I just exit, thinking the conversation ended. And it was then, it was then when I thought that this was truly pathetic. When I messaged the group chat, there was no message. No response. Even when it was a question, still no response from you all. My friends, I'm sorry. Please do forgive me. When graduation was approaching, I was thinking of leaving. Not leaving as in suicide, but leaving as in moving. It did not happen. But I wrote you all letters. Letters that I put my heart into, but then retracted it. It would have gone too far. I did not want that to happen. So I only put in ten percent. My feelings were true. I expected letters from you all also, but it seems that did not happen. I was truly disappointed. It made me feel like I was just a classmate instead of a friend. Although I never wrote them, I still gave you them. When the time comes, which I have set to two years, I will take my leave. Letters will be sent out. And I will never appear in front of you all again. I do not want this to happen, but I will do this for my heart. It just hurts to much to continue. So my friends, my message to you: I love you, I am sorry, please forgive me.
By Amber Lim8 years ago in Humans
Losing a Best Friend
No one ever talks about the heartbreak that comes with losing a best friend. It's something that we all go through at one time or another, but everyone's story is different, whether you're the one to blame or it's entirely the other person's fault. In my experience, I was dropped, seemingly out of the blue, for a singular moment of pure selfishness. It was not one of my highest points, had just had a panic attack the night before and was still recovering, though none of it excuses my actions. I understand why it had to happen now, though it took time and a lot of self-reflection. I had completely shattered myself because the one person who I thought would stand by me no matter what had left me high and dry in my moment of weakness. It was utterly heartbreaking, and I never thought that I would get over it. Even now, it being four months since I have talked to this person (besides in hostile remarks on her part and subtweets on Twitter), and I am still not completely over it.
By Theresa Rhodes8 years ago in Humans
Bottle
Just as I finish writing in my journal the last piece of my thoughts, I close it and lie in bed. Do I feel better? Do I genuinely feel happier? The scary answer is "no". Writing my thoughts doesn't make me feel better, it just makes me feel more alone. Every passing day feels worse and worse because it's just a reminder of no matter how many feelings I attempt to process or go through; I will go through the motions alone.
By Elijah Taylor8 years ago in Humans
Check on Your Strong Friends
The strong friend... we all have them—and if we don’t have them, we are them. It’s hard to be the strong friend. You don’t show off your vulnerability much, and you probably don’t cry in front of your friends all that much either. You’re the one who offers endless advice and support, and are ALWAYS there to check in on your friends and make sure they’re okay. And while it’s great to be the strong friend, it can also be really difficult. Feeling the need to stay strong and put together even when things go wrong is no easy task. Let’s face it—it’s just how we are wired, but it doesn’t make life’s problems disappear. Because you’re so used to being strong, it is difficult for you to express what you are feeling in any way that isn’t nonchalant. You hope your friends have realized this about you, but it seems every time you need them the most, they ignore any signs of help you are so desperately giving.
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Humans
Letter
To my dearest best friend in the whole world: This letter is to remind you of your worth and how very much you are loved. From when we were nothing but silly teenage goofballs, you were my person to hold me up. My person to laugh with. My person to cry with. You were and still are a very important person in my life.
By Lindsey Cooper8 years ago in Humans
Friendships
As a 22-year-old woman (blegh that sounds weird. I feel like I relate more to girls than women), I have gone through a lot of friendships and breakups and I understand that they can be really hard, especially at school in a friendship group filled with girls. We are bitchy, jealous and hormonal (gosh I sound like my mum), but don’t you worry I’m here to tell you exactly what to do. Okay that’s a lie. I’m going to tell you about my experience and my views on it, and if I help just one person I'll know it’s worth it.
By Laura McEwan8 years ago in Humans
What Does It Cost to Be a Friend?
What does it cost to be a friend? Five dollars? Ten dollars? Or, maybe $1,000,000? Fact of the matter is that we cannot pay for everything in this world with a green piece of printed government paper. The answer to this question is not measured in dollar signs, but in certain actions. In reading a book titled What is Worthwhile by Anna Robertson Brown Lindsay, I discovered an answer to this question that I feel must be shared. In the book, Lindsay states that the cost of friendship is:
By Jermaine Tucker8 years ago in Humans
Elementary School Scheming
All names are pseudonyms. When I was in elementary school, I had three best friends; Char, Tati, and Blaire. If they ever read this they definitely know who they are. In elementary school, after school, I would take the bus with Char and Tati to our after-school program at the local recreation center.
By A. Rose8 years ago in Humans
Meddling
When you have people that you become really close with, what happens in their life affects you. It begs the question, when do you meddle and when do you let stuff go?
By Lindsey Cooper8 years ago in Humans