humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Past
I can't say that I've always been the best guy out there. I have my own flaws like everyone else. I struggle with myself and my own past differently then anyone else I know. I've never been very good at communicating my emotions to anyone—my friends, family, past relationships, anyone honestly, I would have to say that's my biggest flaw. I don't like feeling emotions, quite frankly they scare me. I care so much about the ones closest to me, but I can't explain it to people verbally. I try and show it through action. I'm not a very direct person. I'm super passive and avoid conflict at all cost. I always get scared when people yell, and it makes me physically sick. I know you'd never be able to tell because I'm very good at hiding my emotions. My loyalty is unrivaled. I've always been one of those people who would do anything to keep a promise that I made. I struggle a lot with my past—haunted by it almost. The fear of abandonment is daunting to me. Being left to myself as a child a lot of the time, always wondering why I wasn't good enough or what I did wrong to feel this way. I never want my children to feel that way. And I feel like I broke that promise to myself and it hurts. I think about it constantly everyday, wondering what I could've done differently to change that past. You just can't. It's a helpless feeling. Know you've destroyed the one thing that made YOU who you are. I always make the most out of every minute that I get to spend with the people I love, building memories and lifetime accomplishments with those around me—because you never know when it'll be the last time you ever get to see them again.
By Michael Totherow7 years ago in Humans
4 Things I Learned About Me, After Ghosting Him
Boy, did I use to give Casper a run for his money. When I turned 30 I spent time reflecting upon my life, past and present. I thought about my decisions: the dumb ones, the brilliant ones, even the impulsive ones. I thought about my relationships: the dark ones, the out of this world ones, the toxic ones, etc. In retrospect, it was easier for me to think about the wrong I perceived others had done unto me—however it was far less easier to turn my pointer finger in my own direction. Ultimately, I knew that if I were going to be a more enlightened, woke person, then part of the journey was analyzing self.
By Erryn "Writer_Dye" Howard7 years ago in Humans
Boundaries or Walls?
Boundaries are something that every human being needs. Whether you are in a relationship with someone or just simply friends, even family members need to have boundaries, as well as co-workers! Boundaries are healthy to have, especially if the other person does not respect things that you ask them to do. Often, we find ourselves giving from a reserve of leftovers because we allow others to drain us, and then that makes us ask the question: What are we doing wrong? If you are anything like me, you have been here before. The thing I want to discuss most today, though, is whether our boundaries are healthy or walling out the people that are supposed to be in our lives.
By Katheryn Compton7 years ago in Humans
Round and Round We Go
Waking up. You feel so hot, You feel the sweat in your hair. You roll out of bed; ignoring the the bile rising in your throat. You walk groggily to the shower switch and push it on. You hear the click and see the bright orange light appear. You pull open the bathroom door. You walk in turn the dial on the shower to the hottest. You strip down to your bare skin not looking at your body. The cold air hits you. Your nipples erect, you shiver and run into the shower.
By Fiona Myers7 years ago in Humans
Making Things Clear
In my last story I promised to elaborate on a number of points made throughout my introduction, and I intend on staying true to the undertaking; however, I should make somethings clear before I proceed with my explanations of who I am and why I do what I do.
By Peyton J. Dracco7 years ago in Humans
What About the Truth?
The lies people tell are fascinating. From the smallest thing to the biggest. One day, you lie so much it turns into truth. I’m not sure what’s a lie and what’s true anymore. People lie daily, but sometimes I want to hear the lies because I can’t take the truth. I lie to myself constantly because I am afraid. I am afraid that if the truth comes out, I will crumble like a cookie. The truth can be terrifying to the point that it breaks people down from everything that they are built on. Lies can help sometimes. But other times they only hurt. I never know how to trust somebody fully or how to be truthful because I fear how they’ll react. Trust is a sacred thing. It takes time to gain, but can be lost quickly. I write, not to tell a story, but to express how I feel. It's rather comforting. But I am so scared of the truth that I can’t face facts about how fake I am. How I act before others isn’t who I am. I act like this girl who is proper, funny, silly, serious, and happy. But, conclusively, I am a lost, scared girl who isn’t happy, who wants to feel and be loved, who wants to fit in and not be this fake person, who wants to be happy and feel wonderful, and who wants this non-perfect guy, but that is perfect in my world: To be who I want to be and not who others want me to be. And someday I will get there, but right now I am here. So, I'm affirmative I have dreams that I will accomplish. This day, and I don't try, I do. I do my best to get where I need to be.
By Ella Peacock7 years ago in Humans
