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!"
The Death of a Friendship
Our meeting was entirely ordinary. It was nothing no one hasn't heard a thousand and one times over. We met at work. I'd seen you around school. You were a grade above me, but we had some of the same friends, I'd never given your existence much thought until I saw you there. Even after a few weeks, I still didn't do much more than nod and say hello when I saw you. But I was interested. We were the same age, went to the same school, worked together, who wouldn't be interested in someone they were seeing every day? I don't remember how we started talking, but somehow those quiet hellos and soft nods became full fledged conversations.
By Luci Black8 years ago in Humans
Not So Simple
She woke up. Excitement bubbled within. Been a while. Misery took place. That's too exaggerated. Just missed them. The laughing nonstop. The blooming happiness. The comforting cuddles. Long life talks. Leading to jokes. There's more laughter. Notice the comfort? Time passes by. Errands are ran. Home she came. Waiting once more. Oh look there. The time came. Time for fun. Thought at least. In a car. Engine, four wheels. One quick stop. On our way. So many minutes. So many seconds. Not one hour. Something was wrong. Ride was quiet. Only one happy? She felt that. She shushed herself. Watched outside aimlessly. Nothing to do. What to do. Tried to conversate. Did not work. Nods and okays. Simple casual responses. We have arrived. Camp was home. Camp was escape. Friends were there. We drove up. Stuff was unpacked. Do what now? Moment of silence. Something was thrown. Laughs out loud. That was normal. Was it better? Smiles all around. Outside they went. Happiness and joy. Sun went down. Three more came. One not liked. Only by another. Rest liked him. She waked away. "Something to do". Hide hide away. Fair to go. They wanted to. She did not. Too many people. Just wanted three. Maybe one more. All them went. She ditched two. Go with others. Why she leave? Please come back. Hear her mind. Screaming at you. Fair in view. Clocks timed late. Darkness fell late. Music blared out. Screams from rides. Is this important. Why yes indeed. Rides were fun. Sometimes during time. Smiles were inactive. She simply couldn't. Made her upset. Hours went by. Something was said. Only a joke. "Die too early". Said by others. Only a joke. Didn't get it. Camp they returned. She trudged angrily. Questions were asked. Nothing was answered. She sat away. He tried walking. She wouldn't go. She wouldn't talk. They wanted knowledge. "You wouldn't understand". "Of course not". She jumped up. A sudden jump. Stomps of anger. Two went following. They stopped once. She turns around. Moment of silence. Yelling out loud. Accusations were claimed. Sadness and anger. It hovered around. Awkward head hands. Awkward look downs. She thundered away. The two followed. Like lost puppies. Two stayed behind. Stunned from bursts. They looked together. Slightest giggle arose. Stopped at once. The two sat. Gloominess filled up. Little words said. What to do. Thoughts raced by. One walked away. One stayed ashamed. What'd she do. She screwed up. Hair tie lay. Flicked couple times. Let's count them. One two three. Thirty forty fifty. Picked from ground. Went to flick. Footsteps in distance. Quiet voices herd. Was quiet time. For everyone else. One walked up. Where is he. Where is she. More yelling happened. Accusations and fights. Heads fogged up. Tears soon flew. Last words screamed. Tears flew more. Then simply stopped. She can't cry. Just doesn't happen. All over now. Silence fell over. Then more voices. They came back. She stormed inside. Then back out. More yelling again. Make it stop. Tears flowed more. No stopping though. Yelling more yelling. Will it stop. He reached out. Helped her out. Only one there. He defended her. Was only one. Soon he left. Soon he talked. Make it better. Did not work. He tried though. He came back. Tear stained eyes. More talking again. Ears closed tight. Heads leaned down. Silence mulled over. Arms held her. She cried long. Words were said. Comforting warm words. Was late night. So much silence. Footsteps on gravel. Have to walk. Find her now. Fire crackled softly. Voices whispered quietly. She wouldn't come. Come back please. Morning came up. Morning was already. No sleep now. Way too cold. Frozen inside outside. She curled up. Good mornings said. Slightest giggles again. Was it okay? No it wasn't. He walked too. He didn't speak. Happiness be present? She begged inside. Her stomach turned. Silence too much. Who to blame. No one knows. It seemed okay. The day went. Home to go. Can we talk? We tried talking. Reason too exaggerated. She thought that. Why so much? So much trouble. Did it matter? Need to overreact? Honestly my friend. Hypocritical personally really. She does something. She does same. She get mad. There's so much. Why do this. Stop being hypocritical. Honestly she's angry. But sad too. Cares so much. Don't leave her. Please listen now. Talk to her. Don't leave me. Don't walk away. Make things okay. So much saying. Not enough time. Much to say. Please give time. Give her time. Please don't leave.
By Zoe Mullen8 years ago in Humans
Draining Friendships
We all need a good friend. But what constitutes as a “good friend?” The qualifications vary based on each individual. One of the worst things is being more of a friend to someone than they are to you, or feeling taken for granted, or even worse, being betrayed!
By ❤Coach Tira KM8 years ago in Humans
Pranks Gone Wrong
Changing the names just in case. One normal summer day, my friend Monica and I were bored. We went into the kitchen where my grandmother was. We asked her what she was doing and she told us she was looking for some hot sauce. She then remembered that it was in the back of the food closet. The hot sauce was called the” Devil Sauce.” This was probably some of the hottest hot sauce that was ever made. I asked my grandmother about the hot sauce. She said that the hot sauce was so hot that no one ever really ate it. She had to put it in the back of the closet. It had been back there for a couple of years. Monica asked her if we could try the hot sauce. My grandma warned her that the hot sauce was very hot and she would need lots of milk once she tasted it. Monica still wanted to try the hot, hot sauce.
By Brianna Gaines8 years ago in Humans
Upon Losing Friends and Gaining Perspective
Life is like this train. This express train with no agenda that just stops and starts again with no explanation. That’s just it. That’s life. And there are lots of passengers on this train, passengers who know which stop they want to get off at, and passengers who are just there to let it all happen.
By Sarah Plint8 years ago in Humans
Oh, Lover
Sometimes when I hear a certain song or smell a certain smell I am overwhelmed with a wave of nostalgia so strong im nearly swept off my feet. I can feel it swell in the pit of my stomach and blossom up through my chest, clutching at my throat and taking my breath away for a moment. I am taken to another time, usually a happier one. I can feel the air that I was breathing then and practically taste all the sights and smells around me. I close my eyes and the feeling intensifies. The moment eventually fades but if I want to feel it again all I have to do is listen to that song, smell that perfume, walk outside on a cold crisp night. Oh, lover I wish you knew how I think of you during these times. I wish I could bottle up the feeling and send it to you so you could understand a fraction, a droplet of my emotion that swims inside of me like a star in the sea of the galaxys. I wonder if you could understand if you would feel the same way, if the wave that crashes over you would drown you the same that it drowns me so quickly. I hope that it would. Otherwise was it all for nothing? Did our time mean nothing to you at all? Oh, lover I know that could not be true. You destroy me. You take my dry eyes, bare as a desert and plunge them into the depths, drowning them in the sorrows of my heart. When I walk down the street on a cold autumn day, the leaves whipping around my ankles, tripping and falling over themselves, sometimes I wonder. I wonder if you ever loved me the way I loved you. If maybe I was head over heels tripping and falling like the leaves into your heart but you were in the sky, flying away, caring about more important things. Oh, lover you kill me. You take the shards of my heart and stab them into my skin, watching the blood trickle downward like little rivers. You know my deepest secrets and I hate that you hold them, clutching them in your palms like they are yours to own and do with as you like. They are mine but you can have them. Just be gentle with them please. Oh, lover I wonder at your beauty. You leave me alone, standing on the edge of a railing looking lost but I’d know your smile anywhere. I won’t forget it even after your gone. Will you forget mine? I see you smiling in her picture, your eyes wild like the milky way and your hair long, flowing out behind you like the sea. You look so happy I can’t help but wonder if you are happier now. If you meant what you said. That you are much happier without me. Sometimes when the sky is inky black I like to lay my head down on the damp grass, ignoring the wet feeling seeping through my skin. I can see the stars this way, winking back at me like little fireflies flying through the night. Maybe they are just bugs, thousands of miles away from me. I wish I could turn into one and burn down bright on the world, providing a small ray of light for the everyone for a moment. At least I could be of some use. Oh, lover what did I ever do to you? To make me heave my emotions onto the floor like a useless blender, spitting my feelings into every corner of the room. To shove my pride down my throat like a gag, stopping me in my tracks. Oh lover, I wonder if you think about me sometimes. When you drink your coffee on a dreary afternoon or look out your window to see rain droplets inching down the glass. If you regret what you did or what you said. Oh, lover do you feel the same as me?
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Humans
How to Dump Frenemies
Frenemies are not immediately obvious when they show up in your life. If somebody seems unusually trustworthy and they are too quick to become your friend because they want something, this is a sign of frenemy behavior. Sometimes they are there for you way too much, expecting the same thing in return. My frenemy has laughed at me, which is unacceptable. Laughing at somebody’s anxiety is completely weird and makes that person a bully. This person is medication inconsistent on top of her bizarre tendencies to laugh at my anxiety, which is a form of pain for me. So she is in effect laughing at my pain.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
Telling off False Friends
Telling off a false friend who is clearly not your real friend is quite easy. My real friends respect my boundaries. Some people I’m not going to be friends with ever again since they took up my time, and demanded I go see them rather than them staying longer with me. Just because somebody pretends to reciprocate doesn’t mean that they are a real friend. Frenemies have an agenda and that is to bring you down. They put on a false show of being your real friend. I have had quite enough of false friends who do not claim to like me.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Humans
