humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Competition time!
Hiya everyone, how's everyone doing today? Please find ways of interracting, I do love meeting new people from all sorts of different circumstances and walks of life. Does anyone else work from home? If so, what do you do? Did you do this pre-lockdown or post? Has working online become more important for you since lockdown? Will you still do this post lock down? If this is something you've only started doing post lockdown, how do you think your business will fair after lock down has finished, will it be better or worse for you do you think? If you're going back to your normal job, will this continue to be from home, or will you go back to an office? I heard almost one million jobs have been or will be lost so far due to the fact companies are now going to contine working and getting employees to work from home, realising how this can be cost effective, why pay all the overheads of an office building if you can save a few thousand by having these employees do the exact same job, with little to no disadvantages from their own home, plus it also helps those people that can't get out the house through disability issues, learning or health issues, maternity or paternity leave etc. they may not be able to work offline, but could be some of the best people you could hire to work online.
By Lisa Maclean6 years ago in Humans
Ramu and the Mangoes
🍂Ramu and the Mangoes A rich man lived in a small town in Tamil Nadu. One day he brought home two large and juicy mangoes. He gave them to his servent and said, “ Here Ramu, take these to the kitchen and cut them. Make two cup of coffee too. A friend of mine will be coming soon. Make the mangoes and coffee when he comes,”
By Ahmed Ahmed6 years ago in Humans
Hues, greys, shadows & light
It was always the same, waking up to her song. A warm, deep voice like honey singing zarzuelas that she learned during the wars. I would run up to the kitchen and see the same image I saw every day: the back of her dress and gown swaying from side to side to the sound of her voice.
By Rebeca Ramos6 years ago in Humans
invulnerable.
What works best for me in a long term relationship is being with a partner who takes action to claim and commit to me. No one person can fill my needs all the time, but at minimum, my partner should be committed. They should be upfront and make their intentions clear. This kind of clarity gives me confidence to embrace my full potential.- it’s the energy that resonates with me in the most supportive way.
By Alexis Danielle6 years ago in Humans
Dear Future Husband
Have you ever dream with the perfect romance? Have you ever wanted love to come knocking on your door and taking your breath away? Do you believe in soulmates, and life partners? Well, I do. My name is Anna Johns and I live in a big city north from California. I have dreamt about my future husband since I was around six or seven. Do you wonder if I have found him? Well, no, but I still believe I will find him one day.
By MarFer Douglas6 years ago in Humans
Must Be More To Life
Growing Up I lived in a crime-filled neighborhood. There were drugs, prostitutes, gunshots, robbery, and several other illegal activities. Most of the people around me wanted at least part if not all the action. I remember walking to the corner store in the middle of the day seeing a dog being hanged. Likely it lost a dog fight. I went home and did not even mention it. Probably because that was scary, I was only in elementary. All this was the norm. I was not educated about the dangers of these illegal activities. The homes in my neighborhood were falling apart on the outside and inside. Vacant lots made a good place to play football with the boys. I was a tomboy as a young girl. I was influenced by my surrounding as I began making my own decisions. Alcohol was easy to get, and I did consume in my early teens. Drinking liquor at that age was not frowned upon by the adults around me. Even back then I turned to drinking to escape reality. I would want to dress like the promiscuous girls on my block. Not fully understanding the message I was sending out to the world. By age 15 I had become one of those promiscuous girls. I did not use my body nor charm to make money. My first of many jobs was working at McDonalds. Waiting on the public bus late night by myself was too dangerous, one of the reasons I quiet. Fights and being threatened at gun point were just part of the culture. I witnessed shooting, intense arguments and fist fights right in front of our house. I did not know fighting in such a manner was not considered a social norm. When I turned 16, I got my first tattoo, my mom got one too. I continued getting tattoos till I was 24. The pain became something that took my mind away from my real pains in life, at least till the tattoo stopped hurting. I would get away from home and my neighborhood as often as I could by age 16. I knew I did not want that lifestyle. I would get to leave permanently on a short notice. Our home went into foreclosure. If I was not so busy being gone, I might have noticed sooner. My senior year of high school was spent moving between a friend and family. During my first year of college I lived with my oldest sister. My big escape came when I joined the Army Reserves. I knew there, "Must Be More To Life," than where I grew up.
By Mentor Design and Decor6 years ago in Humans
The Hug
The Hug And just when I thought I couldn’t get any angrier he hugged me. Struggling up first against as embrace I began to resist. And then I just released, released all the anger, all the insecurity, all that pent-up tension. Allowing the embrace to envelop me like a cool sea, when you jump in on a hot summer day. Every sense surrounded and penetrated with the feeling of relief. After so many fights with former lovers, spanning time, places, and reasons. He found the one way to calm the storm which is me. With calm confidence and love he walked right up to the tempest and hugged me. That night as I lay in bed next to the tamer of wild beasts wrapped in his arms, head resting in a comfortable nook all lovers know (the hinge with the arm joins the chest) I began to wonder… Wonder about the world in the state of things, and then a simple but provoking thought entered my mind. What if the world just needs a hug. Not a hello wonderful to see you hug, or a man I love and I’m gonna miss the hell out of you airport hug, but the kind of hug that gets inside you revolutionize how you feel. How do you see yourself. A hug that makes you realize there has to be a better way to say the things you need to say. A hug that makes a teacher want to go out and teach those who do not know any better. Bridging the gap between the ignorant and learned. A hug that makes a warrior of any kind, soldier or gorilla look at their rifle and think this seems like a bit fucking much, little overkill wouldn’t you say ( ironic attempt at a pun, totally intended) . A hug that makes the disenfranchised, the marginalized, and they all too often trodde upon hope that opportunity and a true environment to thrive isn’t an optimistic pipe dream but a tangible reality. A hug that grabs humanities bullshit anger by the arms and says enough there is a better way. So we need to hug you say, no shit. We need a hug in the worst fucking way, but the real question is how. How do we hug ourselves and begin to heal, how do we hug ourselves so completely, that much needed change can be real. ( Whoa ho ho I was a poet and didn’t even know it switching to rhyme at an appropriate time, sorry I digress )
By Maria Atlan6 years ago in Humans
you had me at chicken wings
Hi to everyone that is about to tune into my story, i'm sure you are thinking how does the famous and legendary singer OSH manage to fit into my story of chicken wings and a mystery man? well, if you keep reading you are about to discover a very unique story that i have to tell you all, you will not regret the next 5-10 minutes you're about to give me.
By BoBo Mellor6 years ago in Humans
