humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Ogres Are Like Onions: Explaining the Layers People Don't See
I have been struggling with writer's block lately... so what did I do? I took to the internet, obviously. I found an article with a list of ideas for writing when you have that annoying creative slowdown. All of the ideas were what I thought to be humorous and then I saw one about Shrek. Yeah, it was supposed to be funny, but then I thought I could actually get somewhere with this. Maybe I think too much into things, but I have come to see the importance of this scene in Shrek.
By Sophia Mayfield7 years ago in Humans
Confessions of a People-Pleaser
For those of you who don't know, a people-pleaser is someone who is virtually the nicest person you've ever met. They are always very helpful and almost never say no. You can always count on them for a favor and they spend the majority of their time doing things for others rather than themselves. Sure—on the surface, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing. What's wrong with a nice person? In moderation, there is nothing wrong with being someone others can count on. But—it can be a super unhealthy pattern of behavior. I am a people-pleaser and these are my confessions:
By Aijalon Oliver7 years ago in Humans
Empathy Is Painful, but Worth It
A girl is waiting for the school bus. She’s Black, maybe 15 years old, with her hair pulled into a tight bun. She’s wearing black flats and a yellow sundress that barely touches her knees. She’s holding a textbook and folders close to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She doesn’t look scared, but uncomfortable, and maybe a little sad. The corner on which she stands is in a city famous for poverty and crime.
By Alex Casey7 years ago in Humans
I'm Not Sorry
It's December 28, 2018. On the other side of the window there is snow gracefully floating to the ground—a relaxing visual as I sit on a love-seat alone—except I know that I'm not alone, that's just what I feel: isolated. I'm feeling a lot of other things as well: depressed, confused, invalid, disgusting, annoying, and somehow, I'm also feeling numb. You are sitting next to me, my love. You put your arm around my frail body and rub my shoulder. I know that you're rubbing my shoulder because I can see, out of my right eye's peripheral vision, your hand wrinkling my sweater as it moves up and down on my arm. I'm freezing and shaking from the cold, but my chest and belly feel like they're on fire and my face starts turning red. My heart is beating that strange way it does when I'm having a panic attack, except this time every single beat is pounded into the back of my spine, and no matter how calmly and flatly I lay on the ground, it persists. I never have any idea how long this will last, and as of right now, I haven't found many ways to cope with this experience. I have no idea how to explain it in the moment, so it's difficult for me to find a way out when I don't even know where I am. That is why I am writing this letter to you, my love.
By Francis Grace7 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
Forgiveness: The process of forgiving or being forgiven. In our lives, we all have to face forgiveness at one point or another. For some, it comes easy. For others, including myself, forgiveness isn't such an easy task. Either way, in many instances, forgiveness is one of the key factors needed to move on.
By Harmony Furrow7 years ago in Humans
