humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

Renaissance Festival War Stories
Weekend 1 Opening Sunday I do some walking around the festival grounds with the riddles sign and my book. A trio of adults in their mid-20s stop me for a riddle and one of them says, "Should we sit?" Going with the premise of 'yes and...' we sat down right in the middle of the path. I read some riddles and they each answer one correctly. I eventually extend my legs out and am lying down on my side. I'm holding the riddle book with one hand and gesturing with the other. And like a beacon, a dragonfly lands on my right pinky and stays there for about 45 seconds. One of the ladies was kind enough to snap a few pictures and send them to me. She said, "It's your spirit animal," Then the dragonfly flew off. I said, "It probably would have stuck around longer, but you insulted it by saying I was it's spirit animal."
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Journal
Customer Service
Let me start this off by saying I love my job. I can see myself doing this same thing for many years. I work in a place that has high tourist traffic and my job is Guest Services. (No, I won't tell you exactly where I work, but thanks for asking)
By Nicole5 years ago in Journal
Do You Still Receive Pay if You Get Hurt at Work?
With millions of Americans just one paycheck away from poverty, getting severely injured at work and not being able to work for weeks or even months may spell financial ruin for many of us. But is there a safety net in place for injured workers who are unable or partially able to work? Yes, there is, and it is called workers’ compensation insurance.
By Sink Law5 years ago in Journal
Summer of 78
In my youth in British Columbia, I loved to snorkel in ocean waters. Much of my time was spent when I prepared to attend private school, snorkelling under the White Rock Pier in all sorts of weather. During my youth, crabs were still plentiful around the White Rock Pier and in the rugged breakwater that protected it.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Journal
Musical Meditation
Tirelessly my human mind reaches for meaning everywhere she looks. The puzzle pieces of my life fall together with each passing moment as the narrator inside my head laughs again and says, “I told you so.”
By Grace Davies5 years ago in Journal
Turning It Off
I don't really do anything for me, you know? I don't work out just to feel better, I do it because I feel like the world perceives people a certain way. I don't eat healthy so I can live longer, I do it because I think stuffing my face with a 1,000 calorie meal isn't what people consider "disgusting". Life doesn't start like this, it starts really simple enough; you are born with no idea what the hell is going on. Truthfully, that sounds absolutely amazing. No cares, no wants, no needs (other than food and water, and of course a clean diaper). Now you flip that narrative and you are 80 years old and you can feel consciousness slip away from every nerve of your brain until you are left with nothing to remember, kind of like being a newborn.
By Xavier Moreno-Sanchez5 years ago in Journal
Police Reform – Four Proposals
Police reform has been discussed for decades. While there have been a few examples of progress, it remains a major concern.
By Steve Lance5 years ago in Journal
How Many Olympics Do You Have in You?
It’s finally happened. The 2020 Olympics have finally arrived in Japan. I watched the Opening Ceremony live on CBC on Friday.
By Shamona Pretz5 years ago in Journal
Patiently Waiting
Relationships whether new or old will take work to make it work. I haven't written in a while because my life feels like it got sucked into a vortex of non-stop craziness. That I could never catch a breath or stop from crying with this whole custody battle. I am forever grateful I made it out of my domestic violence situation because my sister didn't. Many women don't. I have voluntarily remained in trauma counseling and seeing a psychiatrist. They help me heal from it all. Despite all the negative stigmatism from mental help, for me, it truly helps. I fully encourage others to seek that same support if needed. I was deprived of love and affection. When I felt ready to start a relationship I rejected any physical touch, any emotional support, anything good because I didn't know how to embrace it. How to acknowledge that I was allowed something good for once.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Journal
𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞
I want to become a freelance writer to have the flexibility to travel without having to ask for days off from my 9-5 job, having the experience to gain extra income to pay off my student debts I have while being a junior college student striving to rise as a writer. Writing was never easy from me, in fact it wasn’t even the first steps I took in order to become a writer, nor was it basic language. As a child I was put in mediocre classes, special education programs for I couldn’t communicate with others, I was mute, very quiet to the point I didn’t say my first words such as “mommy” or “daddy”. During those time in my adolescences, my parents didn’t know what to do, they sought out speech therapists, profession doctors in communication disorders from local hospitals, to see how they can improve my levels of speech. As well as I can remember, I just never liked to associate with everyone I wasn’t familiar with, since then it’s been a big effect within my life, your first impression on me will be the last, so you’ll have to really be down to earth once you introduce yourself.
By 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐗5 years ago in Journal
The Escape
Being active is a requirement in life. Whether it was sports, cooking lessons, or playing an instrument, every moment, there was something. And once Father Time became more apparent during adolescence, the world kept us busy with drama, war, sex, and obscure views of the truth. A lesser mind would crumble, but for those that pay attention, we escape.
By Melissa Barabin5 years ago in Journal
Fifty jobs and counting
Job number 26 was fucking crazy. I worked in a call center around September and October helping people order Halloween costumes online. I used a computer operating system that you would expect to see in the year 1995 and when I worked there it was 2017. The operating system was black and green and white, and super complicated. The company also had really screwed up sizes so everyone kept calling to return their costumes and get bigger sizes and bitch at me for trying to help them out. I got yelled at the closer it was to Halloween and it made me realize why I buy all my costumes at a store so I can attempt to try them on, or just wear a mask and call it good.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Journal