single

Whether you're solitary by choice or simply unlucky in love, being single is complicated.

The Dream
I don’t remember a lot of my dreams. And the ones I do have recollections of, it’s usually the last chunk of the dream right before I wake up. But what I’ve been doing for some time now, is writing down any of the dreams I do remember. And over the last, I’d say almost four years, I’ve accrued a rather lengthy list of scenarios that I was able to jot down before I forgot them entirely. And for the most part, the dreams I do have are fairly grounded in reality. Nothing about flying, or powers, magic, or anything of the like. They are there, but it’s way more common for me to dream about a single person or place. And of course, the one dream that I have written down the most, or I should say the one person that crops up more than anyone else is her. It surprises me because for someone that I haven’t spoken to verbally in a long time, it’s shocking how often she ends up in my dreams. Again, even these dreams are grounded they aren’t outlandish or bombastic in nature. A lot of the time, it’s just the two of us. Sharing time together. I usually end up recalling the times where we did just that. And all it does is make me yearn for them once again.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
Observation - Recollection
I noticed a variety of different people when I was sitting outside around campus one time. I noticed this one girl with glasses on laying under a tree as if she was sleeping there; with her arm under her head, very relaxed. I saw a guy in a full blue outfit; from his glasses down to his shoes. He either had nothing else to wear that day, or he just really enjoys the color blue which is fine as well. I noticed another guy on a skateboard going from one building to another; it must be nice to have an extended form of transportation; one that’s faster than simply walking. I saw a professor going to another class with a very lightly colored briefcase they were carrying. It was over the shoulder and for some reason I couldn’t stop staring at it; maybe that’s their intention with it, who knows. And lastly, I saw a girl with a very distinct hair style. It was a ponytail, but it was so much more elegant. The rest of her hair was very smooth and laid down across her head, as if there weren’t any hairs where they weren’t supposed to be. There are a lot of things in life that you may or may not notice. And while they may seem insignificant, you’d be surprised by what you can learn if you just take the time to notice the smaller things in life. They will end up as memories that you can look back and reflect on. For better or worse.
By Jirasu5 years ago in Humans
We Are Toys To These Kidult Narcissists
“The toys that strike the strongest chord, in general, are the ones that are the most ,” says Bensch. There are no rules, no backstory, no singular end goal. “Toys like these empower kids to leap off and go where their imaginations take them.”— Christopher Bensch, Toy Joy: Why Kids Love Toys
By Frederick Emerson5 years ago in Humans
The Art of being Alone
“I don’t want to be alone”, my client proclaims. “ I want to be with someone and I want it to be my soulmate, NOW, I can’t find them if I don’t date.” She’s a chronic dater and a love addict. I have been her relationship counselor for a few months now, and she has a continued cycle of jumping from relationship to relationship. She never gives herself enough time to heal, or really to move on from the last relationship, she often calls in with guilty feelings because she is still “hung”up on the last.
By Magdalena Valentine5 years ago in Humans
Here lie the tragic remains of Chivalry
Most women (especially the feminist lot) hate accountability. They relish the idea of equality until it demands them to step up to the plate. My encouragement to menfolk is to not cave under pressure. Chivalry is dead because women killed it. Call me bitter if you want. It is what it is.
By Olufemi Oni5 years ago in Humans
A Girl and Her Dog
Pre-pandemic it seemed I was non-stop busy. I'm a mom of two adult children who I spend time with, I help care for and handle the finances of my aging parents, I have my dog Rosie, who requires treats and pets and walks.
By Megan Bostic5 years ago in Humans
Heart conversation on the ice
“So crisp tonight...huh? I traced the moon with my finger in the air. The moon was a strange crest shaped tonight. But slightly lower in a saddle like. Its edges seemed brighter then normal.
By Theartistjosko5 years ago in Humans
P for Pregnant
Hello, and welcome. I haven't had the easiest life. 4 years Ago I was almost murdered. I have done a LOT of work to get to where I am today. I have an 8 year old son who is my absolute world. Everything I have done in my life has been so I can be there for him. So I can provide for him the things he needs to develop into a strong healthy young man inside and out. So let me just say that being Single and Pregnant was not by choice.
By Tyger Jackson5 years ago in Humans
“THAT HOE OVER THERE”
There was a girl, and we’ll call her “Kim”.... Kim, like most twenty something year olds wanted a boyfriend, like she really, really wanted a boyfriend and being in a relationship that resembled an Instagram post with the caption “COUPLE GOALS” underneath, seemed to motivate most of Kim’s actions within her everyday life .
By Char Doswell 5 years ago in Humans
The rush chasing someone brings you
Let me say this in the beginning, the chase I am talking about here is romantic. The majority of the time people tend to chase someone out of pure infatuation. I am sure, a lot of people will disagree with me here, but hear me out.
By Tarun Gupta5 years ago in Humans
The Psychology Behind Successful Attraction
Do you ever wonder how someone starts a relationship with somebody that is less attractive than them? Maybe you’ve caught yourself thinking how a mismatched couple got together, or maybe you’ve wondered why someone with model looks doesn’t always date a person with similar looks.
By Lisa Richards5 years ago in Humans
The Glass Wall
Everyday I trudge to work past a window shielding one slice of chocolate cake from the world. I am always dirty, tired, and overburdened by equipment, but the slice of cake reminds me of a haven somewhere lush and green. The glass window is smudged at the level of a child’s face and hands, and the cake sits atop a crystal cake platter with a long neck so that every side of the slice but the back is visible.
By Mental Sweat5 years ago in Humans