humanity

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

Chances
I am sitting here thinking about the word chances. I like to believe those who gives chances will be happy. In my distorted world this is so true. That is why I have given people chance after chance even though they didn't deserve it. So lets talk about the word chances just means again. Sometimes it means taking a leap on love, faith or just testing the waters. Also I like to give a person a chance. I love giving people chances if it works for the both of us. I would like to say that this has been so far true. I don't know where it all went wrong from my brain to my heart then my mouth that I actually believe this. I was told by someone wise that if you don't take a chance how are you ever going to fail or succeed. I would say I have follow this rule but I have not thanks to fear. I hear people beg for chance after chance and I think to myself why should people do it if you are going to just let them down? I have given chances to men who always say the same thing. Men say I will never cheat, lie, steal. I come to find out most lie about doing these things. What is in us to give a person a second chance? Do we feel the person is sincere in asking? If we find out they not doesn't the story change? I always will have the belief that if someone in my life like my family ask for a second chance of forgiveness am I right to say OK? Or do I have to treat them no different than anyone who is not family that I know eventually is not sincere? Taking chances or giving chances are something we all have to do in life but which one do you do the most? I take chances a lot rather a hairstyle or clothes to wear. I have also give chances to my children when they try to apologize for something they knew would upset me. I always love to take chances rather a new job or career. I feel like I accomplished something even if what I choose doesn't work out. Sometime people discouraged us from taking chances if it involve health reasons. People may know something you don't know,and when we take a chance when it comes to matter of the heart. I have had a couple friends tell me don't give him another chance he will cheat on you or lie about things like he has in the past. Then I see same friends doing the same thing they told me not to do. I dislike people who ask for a chance from a person who is vulnerable or naive. I sometimes wonder why famous men or women cheat in a marriage/ relationship did they think the other person would give them another chance? How many times should you give a person a chance if they keep damaging your relationship with infidelity? Or taking away trust, security thinking they are safe with someone who they thought would never hurt them? I ask myself is there a limit on how many chances you give someone who you may love, friends with? shoot even family? What is the purpose of giving chances to a cheating spouse? Or anyone who cause harm or hurt in your life? What is the results you hope to find in doing so. I love to receiving chances. So my thing is when is it enough to tell a person no more chances?
By Lawnda Boston5 years ago in Humans
Apartment 413
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By Melanie Guajardo5 years ago in Humans
A Small Series of Snippets
Weeks had passed, and he just needed a break. A long one. He inwardly sent a silent prayer of thanks to God, any god who was willing to listen to someone like him, for Summer Break. In his freshman year of meeting his friends, Nancy included, he had promised one day that he would take them to his house. It wasn’t necessarily an invite to a party, but as the years went by in college, as everyone got exposed to the drunken feeling of loud music, alcohol, and drugs; as his parents started going to hotels and casinos without him, he didn’t want to waste everyone else’s Summer with a “little get together”. All he asked was that they didn’t break anything. He made his way through the living room of his house, a sea of people throwing their bodies around or at each other made it difficult. But he had to get out. He had to get space. Had to get air. The loud music was hammering at his skull while the smell of everyone’s perfumes and colognes was enough to give him a hacking cough. The glints and glares from the girls’ jewelry and clothing stunned him periodically like the flash grenades they use in COPS. And all he had to wash down the stinging taste of other people's vomit or the sourness of weed in the air was a cup of poorly mixed sangria someone had brought as a party favor. Once he was outside, he immediately closed the glass sliding door and immersed himself in a symphony of crickets playing for a light show of fireflies. The air was warm and blew away the fog of mixed scents in his head with the smell of fresh cut grass. He poured the rest of his sangria out onto the steps and watched as small flies gathered to lap at the drunken pieces of fruit.
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By Chronic Confessions6 years ago in Humans
Point Of Contact
It was a cold day in the desert. Everyone hustling to get from one place to the other. Those lucky enough to have cars driving past the bus stop on the left hand side of the road. You can hear the cars and beeps and the occasional screech of tires. A little girl that wasn't much older than 3 or 4 bundled up hidden behind her mother as they eagerly waited for the bus to come to take them to their destination. He mother was a teen mother who had a hard life growing up she came from a single parent home that was torn apart by drug use and abuse. She was determined that even though she started off on the same path that it would be different for her daughter. The thoughts of past traumas swirling in her head as she struggled to keep her and her daughter warm and safe. As they sit there waiting nd listening to the sounds of busy traffic and just the hustle and bustle of the day they see the comforting sight of the big warm bus on its way to pick them up.
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The Great Divide
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By Whitney Smart6 years ago in Humans
It Matters
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By J. Gonzalez-Blitz6 years ago in Humans
Edgar O'Mahoney's
I think sometimes about how I want to die if I could pick. But to be honest, my attention is always stolen from the act itself, to the immediate aftermath. I don't really care how I die. I imagine it's mostly unpleasant, or not. Mostly frightening, or not. I don't care. But thinking about afterward is always a source of panic for me.
By Evelyn Waits6 years ago in Humans