humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
It’s all in the Mind
Ahhhhh, it feels good to release what’s been driving me insane. I’m currently pregnant for the first time and waiting any day for our baby girl. What’s been overwhelming is that it seems like my support system is shallow. My mom and mother in law are great, they just live in two different states. My best friend has been acting really fake, and it’s annoying. I’ve been thinking about distancing myself from her for a while now.
By Yuri Kenan6 years ago in Humans
Stay Out of The Victim Pool
Think of life as a giant swimming pool. You've got your expert swimmers, your weekend waders, those that are learning, those that are drowning or struggling to tread water, and that one little prick that keeps trying to dunk everyone under. Your victims in life fall under the struggling to tread water or drowning category. These are the people that know little to nothing on how to succeed at what they are going for. They know that if they were to kick their way over to the side and cling to the wall or move to a more shallow end of the pool, they would do better, be in less danger, and probably have a little fun in the process. They might even find someone willing to teach them if they asked around and were committed enough.
By Jeremy Hanson6 years ago in Humans
CHOOSE LOVE NOT HATE
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By FRANCO CIANFLONE 6 years ago in Humans
My Childhood
I do not remember my childhood to a tee. Maybe I am aging! I doubt most people can! So many random thoughts. Maybe only I can comprehend them. One of my earliest memories was when I was very young, I would have been less than 6 years old. We came home one day and there was a dead black dog. It was our dog. I do not remember this dog. But, do recall being sad. I then recall going with my Father to a neighbor’s place and getting Trinket. A large Black Lab and Golden Retriever mix. She was amazing. She loved me. I loved her. I do remember her dancing on her back legs with me. I reminisce, even after leaving the farm, running down the gravel road calling out to Trinket, "come to Momma," and she would be dragging her old ass up the hill to see me and we would then embrace. Besides Trinket, I call to mind 4 kittens. One for each of us Siblings. I had Night. Jason, the brother 2 years younger than me, had Sleepy. Michelle, 3 years younger than me, had Cougar. Cody, 4.5 years younger than me, had Blacky, I think. Night did not last too long. We were coming home from town and Mom received a call from my Uncle. I could not quite comprehend the call as I was situated in the back of the vehicle. But I knew something bad had happened. My Night was run over. Sleepy was the only cat that lived her full life. She was a great hunter. An awesome cat that lived through 4 moves!
By Jennifer Skinner6 years ago in Humans
I don't belong here
I don't belong in the hearing world, and I don't belong in the deaf world. I am alone on so many levels, and normally I am perfectly okay with that. I just carved my own way through life. I mean I am 40, I should be used to how my life is. But last night as I continued packing, stressing about where I am going to live come Monday night.... all I could think about is how lonely I really am.
By Joy Rene Whitney6 years ago in Humans
Observations Vol. 1
I would like to present some observations for humanity about humanity if that’s alright with humanity. These observations are in no way meant to be taken as fact or satire or anything in between, but as just that, observations. These are just some things that I’ve noticed throughout my years as well as looking back on the years before me. I think a lot about our limitations and how far we’ve come as a people, and although we’ve come a long way it seems to me that we have done little to expand beyond a lot of our original ideas. This is a theory that I would like to explain through the analysis of a few separate subjects, and I would like to start with humanity’s use of projectiles.
By Ethan Grimes6 years ago in Humans
My life
why is it that my man has this ability to make me think he does not give two shits about what happens to me? Maybe I ask for too much. I have to stay on him to keep him going. like to do anything. it sucks. Even to make a small phone call. any more I just feel like giving up. I don't I love him too much to do that. Maybe it's me? I am a bitch that nags all the time. I'm going to try hard to do more & maybe he will. With all that life has dealt me you would think I could fight harder. I'm just so tiered of dealing with it thou really. One bad thing after another. this past year has been horrible. My ex & I are best friends. His new girlfriend & I, thought would get along but she is a told nightmare. Really thought she would be better than the last but she worse much worse. She treats her kids horrible' more so her son. I feel so bad for him. I know he can do so much better. But he won't try. last two girlfriends have been told drug addicts. I fell right in to this last one trap she had me so manipulated. I did thing I thought I would never do & something I should not have done again that I did in my past when I was younger. I most definitely have learned from my mistakes. I have also found who I can & can't trust, who's judging me behind my back & to never to lead money to friends well not large sums of money. My sister almost even stopped talking to me. because of those so-called friends & My Ex-Girlfriend. I can't stand this woman she all most killed. that's how bad she wants me out of the way. I'm not that essay to get rid of ha. my ex-husband lives with my husband I & all of our kid's. We are a happy family we tell each other we love each other & we are all happy with the way thing are but I'm not saying it's perfect there are fights & disagreement just like in any other families. We welcomed her in our home & tried to make her feel like part of our family along with her kids. Things where good at first tell I started to say how it was going to be then it was she was going to my ex & complaining we were not treating her right & whining. Oh, wait I skipped a part she started dating my ex after she moved in lol. well maybe i should stop there. I'm not sure you all want to hear about parts in my life. if you do ill start from the beginning. om my next post let me know if you interested & tell me how far back in my life you would like me to go. from my childhood or just this year. both might make you cry. but i promise you are going to get the whole true story.
By Renee Pearce6 years ago in Humans
All Things Soph...
Hi hi, my name is Sophia, but please call me Soph! I am an aspiring actress living in the lovely New York City. You can always find me in the coffee shops coined as "hidden gems", humming a tune on the streets, or smiling up to the sunshine. When I am not singing, dancing, acting, I am snuggled up, scribbling every thought that floats across my mind. I discovered my passion for writing just before I entered my freshman year of college. As silly and cliche as it may sound, my pen began to hit the paper as a result of heart break. But as I continued to experiment with this new form of expressing myself, I felt such freedom inside. I never realized how impactful the written word can be. For a long time, I did not share any of my work, but as writing became less of a hobby, and more of a consistent practice, I mustered up the courage to give my peers a sneak peak into this newfound part of my soul. My portfolio is a strong compilation of poetry. In fact, I published my first book of poems in May of 2019, titled, "To be", which aided my involvement in this current project I working on. I have been graced with the incredible opportunity to write poetry for an uncoming local film called, "The Mystery of Her." But in addition to my concentration in poetry, I have started to dabble in song writing and crazily enough, I have begun writing a novel. You will notice that my verbiage is very poetic, flowery, and romantic, which is a true reflection of my old soul. After releasing, "To be", I of course continued to write, but I pushed myself to go a little bit deeper. I did not expect the response I receieved after releasing my book of poems and although I was incredibly overwhelmed by everybody's support and love for my work, I was overjoyed that I could reach people in ways unimaginable. I am not yet brave enough to use my voice. I find that when I try to physically speak my mind, my voice still shakes, and that is okay. So, for now, I use my gift of writing to express myself because when I write, people read; and I only hope that in the near future, when I finally can voice the words on the page, people will listen. My goal as a writer, an artist and as a human being in general are to uplift and inspire my community. I want to help people to feel, to heal, and write every word with the intention/purpose that I am serving people a little bit of hope.
By Sophia Scarpulla6 years ago in Humans
The Old Man and His Snippers
By White Feather In his seventies, Franklin Hodges missed gardening. He also missed the house that had been his home for over forty years where he used to do his gardening. He had to give up the house, though, after his wife’s death. The medical bills had decimated their savings just as her death had decimated Franklin’s heart.
By White Feather6 years ago in Humans
My first trip to ulta
Hi my name is Cassie and I’m a blogger and self made model for onlyfans. I’m a chill individual with a heart bigger than a trex but people often misjudge me and sometimes it hurts more than others and makes me very upset. So on the Fourth of July, this year and just A few weeks back I went to the Summerlin mall here in Las Vegas. It was a great day because I was there to see my daughter whom i am rarely able to see. I had just said goodbye to her and my fiance said that if i wanted to check out Ulta we could (he knew I hadn’t ever been there so he wanted to make me happy to have a great ending to a great day and so we went. We had about an hour to shop since it was Fourth of July everything closed early and so we were like the only people in there and when the employees seen myself and my boyfriend they automatically assumed that we had no money and were only in there to steal especially because I had a basket and was just dumping shit in there and the one lady said something referring to myself as she gave me a real dirty look as she removed an emptied box off a shelf and made a very rude remark to her employee directed towards me. This is when my irrational started and I realized I wasn’t crazy after all and they were really purposely following me and watching my every move. I began to feel really uncomfortable and I didn’t even wanna buy anything once that was said and done but I really did love all the stuff I had picked out and said fuck it I’d kill them with kindness. I wanted to spend even more money now just to show these stuck up judgemental bitchmade snobs that I was no theif and could spend More money than they make doing their minimum wage retail job than they could make in their lifetime in one shopping trip and not even blink! I wanted to walk past these stuck up cunts and watch them scurry as they see me coming and for what? Am i seriously that threatening? I mean I am 5 ft 3 inches and about 110 lbs maybe less, and i guess now a days it is the small ones people need to watch out for ! I heard them announce “loss prevention please scan all aisles... loss prevention please scan all aisles.” I looked up and raised my eyebrows up higher than the most lokd out chola Hispanic girl ever drew and yelled as loud as i needed for these judgemental fucks could hear me and as i laughed hysterically, “ i looked over at the one who was the rudest and said “ really bitch?” And threw my hands on my hips and the hand basket in front of me, “do you have something to say or are you just going to keep standing there making false accusations and false judgements that you are making based on a stereotype which is kinda illegal this day and edge! I am still a customer but yet no one has asked me if i even needed help with anything !?” i looked around and the employees at The check out were minding their own business but the other two were just standing there with there granny panties wedged up their ass and twiddling their thumbs, probably playing thumb war to decide who’d ask me if i needed help with anything. It takes a whole lot for me to burst out something like i had this afternoon inside of the beauty retail stores, ULTA. I was so annoyed, it would be different if I had gone into their establishment with the intent to rob them, but i had money and they just made assumptions and thought the absolute worst. They thought they were so much better than me and it made me sick. The world we live in today is cruel and can really break a person down who isn’t in the right state of mind with their confidence. No one would last a single millisecond in my shoes and it’s real frustrating when people like that try to judge me. I know that type of older white lady like the back of my hand. It’s called meet my grandmother 👵 she acts like those stuck up bitches in the store and therefore i refuse to associate with her. Everyone has a story, how and if you tell it and share with others is completely up to you but don‘t sit there in a store and act like you’re better than me because i have blue and purple hair, booty shorts and look better than you on my worst day. I am no criminal and for them to treat me like such is absolutely disgusting ! Well I will not be returning to ULTA especially not the location inside of the Summerlin Mall because I refuse to be treated like I am doing something wrong when i am just getting makeup for my content creations and spending money just like the next person !
By itscasssiebxtch6 years ago in Humans
