humanity

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

Stand Under
I wonder what we would be willing to pay to be understood. How many of us have ever asked the proverbial question, why doesn’t anyone understand me? Why do I feel so alone? Or when someone asks you, “what’s wrong?” and you want to tell them, but you don’t, because you honestly believe they won’t get it.
By Michael Rodriguez7 years ago in Humans
Toxic Masculinity
When I was 17 I got my first real boyfriend it was so exciting. Everything was good in our relationship, we would talk everyday, he would consider my feelings and he treated me like a queen. We dated about a year, until things turned sour it was rumored he had cheated on me, and me being the young immature person I was, got home and broke up with him without giving him a chance to explain to himself. After two months of ignoring him I finally replied him on a day that I felt lonely (we all have those days don’t let anybody fool you). He begged for another chance and he called me and during the call he started crying saying he missed me and wanted, I was shook I had never heard or seen a boy crying for a girl. Me being me, I went to the trusty WhatsApp group to tell my girl friends about what I had just gone through. The replies that I got that day showed me that girls really play a pivotal role in men showing toxic masculinity.
By couldnt leave it blank M7 years ago in Humans
You Won't Believe Me...
Would you? If I sat you down, cozy and warm, with a cup of hot tea... would you believe me? My life story in my short 34 years on this planet isn't all warm and fuzzy (though it could include unicorns, I guess haha). It's not the coming-up typical story. It is more of... climbing my way out of Earth's Hell to get where I am. Could you listen? Let me try to sum of it up...
By LilithV7 years ago in Humans
What's On Your Mind?
This is a question we all know almost too well. Facebook asks me every time I open it up, and, every now and then, from a friend when the conversation grows dull. I find myself asking this to friends or family, because of a look or expression their faces.
By Sylvia Garcia7 years ago in Humans
She Is Me
I remember a time when I was fearless. There was nothing I couldn't do, I questioned everything. To look at me you would have never known all the secrets I carried with me. Coming from a family who didn't really pay too much attention to me, it was easy for predators to seek me out. I remember how my uncle would always want a kiss, you know a harmless little peck.
By Gail Woolard7 years ago in Humans
A Cemetery Sunrise
There are some sights that are hard to describe. One may have an idea, but describing it exactly is something very hard to do. I should know. I am trying to describe it here.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
Four Ways to Cope With Heart Break
Listen, I' am not going to sit here and give you some sugar coated crap, that getting over heartbreak is easy, and that there's a ten-step list you have to follow to make your problems disappear. There's no magic potion you can drink to get rid of it (although there are certain methods that may numb or dull the pain), there's just no physical one-cures-all for this affliction.
By Woman With an Edge7 years ago in Humans
Emotionally Abandoned
Abandoned! Stranded! Lonesome! Isolated! Alone! Left for dead! Yeah! These words define right now what I am going through right this moment. It is not easy. It is the toughest situation in the world. It can start anywhere, at any time, and for any reason. It can even overlap the other times. But, no matter when it happens, that will be the time when you find out who your true friends are.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
Transmutation of a Stranger
I see her just about every morning as I walk to work. I go towards the train, as she is walking out of it. I go to work at her city, and she comes to mine. At first, it wasn’t her who drew my attention, but rather the older, diminutive, dark-skinned lady in front of her, who always carries a life-sized cutout of someone, walking towards some unknown destination—both to her and I. She also has a predictable routine, and maybe, a much more intricate background. But it’s the girl I always look at. She has baby blue eyes, and walks as if she’s lost in the woods. We have gazed at each other in passing a few times, and now, we’re both acutely aware of each other’s existence, amongst the chaos of a morning rush. At this point, we both know that the other exists, and nothing more, and that’s OK.
By Ish H7 years ago in Humans
Differences Between Blondes and Brunettes
Diversity is one of the most wonderful things today’s world and today’s life offers to us. Women come in a great variety of shapes, colors, and mindsets. But is there any actual scientific differences between us? Or maybe it’s all down to tastes and stats? Maybe the difference is that brunettes generally like cooking three bean salad.
By Alyssa Day7 years ago in Humans
Escaping My Past... Part One
I want you to picture a small young child around the age of eight with her toy (use your imagination) in one hand, and her blanket in the other. I want you to imagine her walking through the dark hallway that connects both her parent's room, and her's down the hallway. It's dark. Nearly four o'clock in the morning. She's pale, and her headaches from being sick the previous evening. Dazed from the early morning, she sees both her parents standing in the kitchen hugging and giving their goodbyes, as well as her two small dogs, that are clearly confused as to what is going on. After giving her father a goodbye, he picks up his suitcase and enters his car. She proceeds to run to the front door where she can watch his car leave the neighborhood. Suddenly, it hits her. It hits her hard. She realizes her father is leaving for a while. Tightly clenching her blanket with her tiny hands, anger spreads through her, because she doesn't understand why he is leaving. Why now? Why? She sees the car slowly backing out. 5:12 AM. More Pain. All the emotions rise to the surface. She can't help, but sit there, and let her tears take over, as she watches her father leave. As the car begins to disappear the girl runs throughout the house to his room, bursting the door open, and opening all the drawers. Inside the top drawer is a fancy luggage tag. It small and round, but reminds her of him for she realizes the empty room will continue to remain dark and empty. She proceeds to walk to her bed, places it carefully in her drawer, and goes to sleep. Safe and sound. For now at least...
By Angel 🌹🌹🌹7 years ago in Humans
One Bad Deed Doesn’t Define a Person
Have you ever been in a situation where you were looked down on or judged because of something you did in the past? Well it isn’t a pleasant feeling. Or, have you ever looked down on someone and thought someone was the scum of the earth because of something they did? I have been on both sides of this coin and I didn’t like either. As humans, we are not perfect in any shape or form. No matter how good a person can be, we tend to make decisions or do things that may not be so good. At the moment of that decision, sometimes we don’t think about the effects and the long run consequences of the action—we tend to only think about the temporary gain. But that’s just what it is—we do bad things sometimes. The bad things we have done don’t make us bad people. Yes, over time the attitude you show people, your personality, and some of the things you do all combine to show people what kind of person you are. It does not mean that the one bad thing you did at some point automatically cancels out the other good things you have done. Personally, I wonder why some people tend to see only the bad in people. I'm not innocent of this either. I had a friend that I grew to like as a person. Even before that, I was told that this person was a no-good person especially when it came to relationships. I chose not to believe it at first, because I didn’t know this person all too well yet. That’s another thing, people: don’t take what people say about others as gospel before you even get to know them.
By Chimdi Chime7 years ago in Humans