friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Sean Is Gay
"Parker, I'm gay." That was my birthday present from my best friend, Sean, three years ago. I myself am a gay man. That's important to the story. I came out to Sean four years before that in a crowded bar somewhere in Williamsburg—before I had moved to the city, before I had any gay friends, even before I had been on a real date with a man.
By Parker Pugh8 years ago in Humans
How I Lost My Best Friend
In this story, we'll call my best friend Catherine just to keep this all kind of subtle. So for two years, I was seeing this guy on and off. His sister was my best friend through all of it. She always advised me to stay away from her brother because he kept breaking my heart. I, of course, never listened, but we were still best friends, anyway. At the beginning of our friendship, we weren't too close because one of my other friends—we'll call her Heather—was telling her things behind my back. Those things were not true, but she used them as a way to keep us from ever being close. We obviously didn't hate each other, but we never really hung out or knew much about each other until one day, Heather basically molested her. They were sitting on the couch and I was on the floor playing video games with my boyfriend's little sister. In the middle of the match, Catherine stands up and says, "Sam, can you come with me really quick?" I look up confused because we never went anywhere together alone or talked one on one, but I stood up anyways and replied, "Sure?"
By Samantha Shupp8 years ago in Humans
Friends of a Certain Age
Friends can be found at any age, at any time, if only your heart is open. Throughout the years, I have struggled maintaining jobs, maintaining my marriage, maintain myself. But one thing that has never faded is my love of storytelling. My imagination has never failed me, and in pursuit of this happiness I found my way into a local writing group.
By Ashmo Sant8 years ago in Humans
Friends
On the few occasions I had alone to myself, I'd often sit and wonder what my life would be like if I had acted differently back in high school. If I had left behind those toxic people as soon as I had known them to be toxic. Surely I would have no one, since I was never really one to make my own friends. The people I did talk with, I only knew by association. This I found, always made me a second class friend, or a low priority. I have made maybe two or three friends on my own, all of which I am still close with; but the others always drifted and seemed to take anyone else's side before they would ever take mine. In my few acts of quiet defiance, I would slip away from the lunch table and fail to return for a number of weeks—an absence that would more often than not go unnoticed, as though I was a ghost that no one could see anyways. Of course time passes and things blow over until the next thing comes along and bends the fabric of any chemistry I had with anyone. It has been a sort of cycle that I've become accustomed to. Unfortunately, I have become all to comfortable being left out, forgotten, and all but invisible to those I choose to place myself with.
By Adrien Stillwell8 years ago in Humans
