humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

BLESSED
BLESSED The addictive aroma of fresh brewed coffee was in the air at the old cafe’. I found a comfortable, overstuffed, brown leather chair, right next to the front window. It was summer time in West Virginia. The colorful flowers were all in bloom, making joy for all of the passers by. While drinking a cup of pure black coffee, I sat there pondering what to do about my life, as I stared out the window. Just then, a simply beautiful woman was entering the cafe’. She had lovely auburn hair with bright emerald green eyes. She smiled a genuine smile that warmed my heart. “Katie! Are you still teaching art classes next door at The Center?” asked the barista. “Yes, I am still teaching classes there.” said Katie. After Katie and the barista had a short conversation, while waiting on her white chocolate raspberry latte, she turned and noticed me. “Hi, my name is Noah.” Katie was drawn to me as I asked about her art classes. It was her day off of work. We sat and talked for 6 hours! It’s like we had known each another for years! Katie ended up inviting me to attend her art classes. We developed a strong bond of friendship over the next few months. We laughed, cried, and loved one another, in a few short months together. We were inseparable!
By Lynn Waite5 years ago in Humans
My Neighborhood Bandit
My neighborhood has a parking permit bandit. Like most people moving to a city with a vehicle makes me contractually obligated to be at war with the parking authority. I know on the grand scale of police offenses, giving out unnecessary parking permits is low on the list of offenses. Getting a ticket still stings. Seeing one of those neon orange envelopes can derail your whole mood. Massachusetts is one of the only states where if your car is in the process of being towed, and you claim it's your car, they can still decide to tow it. Boston is always near the top in terms of the cost of parking tickets, as well. Not to mention that spots are a finite resource. In terms of city planning, well, there was none. Boston is a city that was developed around the existing buildings, meaning that one-way streets pop out of nowhere, sometimes the streets feel so narrow you understand why it was made for horses and pedestrians. The city will spin you in circles and spit you out near the river. You can feel that Boston is the type of place that fell together, paved streets coming far after buildings. Even after obtaining a parking pass, two concerns can still pop up. Street cleaning and snow. If the snow is blocking your permit - ticket. In short, having a car in Boston is a nightmare. City living comes with these hyper-specific frustrations.
By KC Duma5 years ago in Humans
It's the Thought that Counts. Top Story - January 2021.
My current job involves the following tasks: Stand perfectly erect, clean shopping carts, greet the shoppers, and monitor the store capacity every hour. This is as mundane as life gets during the pandemic. The seemingly mechanical motions of my life make me crave any sort of spontaneous occurrence, but they only really make themselves known every month or so. This story depicts one of them, and it involves a good deed of course.
By JP Ocampo5 years ago in Humans
Do we need tongues in photos?
Can we leave the tongue trend in 2020? It’s a pose I remember seeing in photos from the old days of Rock and Roll. I was never a part of the Rock and Roll world myself, it is a popular culture to be a part of. a whole genre of music, with its own style and image. to be Rock and Roll means to be badass and ready for a wild fun time and make no mistake, this tongue trend is right up that alley so I totally understand why it is a part of the culture.
By Meaningful Anxiety5 years ago in Humans
Shrouds of Entitlement
2020 was a year like no other. A year of unprecedented change of life - nothing we’d ever experienced before. With these changes came adaptations to the way we dress, style and present ourselves. Suddenly there were masks, neck gaiters, work from home PJ bottoms and house slippers. On top of that, though, came new attitudes to wear - these attitudes came in many fashions - Shock, Confusion, Boredom, Stir Crazy... but worst of all, Shrouds of Entitlement.
By Liz Schubert 5 years ago in Humans
Dear Diary
September 27th, 2019, Dear Diary, why am I so unlucky in love? After seven months, I dumped Jeff today because he cant seem to find it within himself to keep his dick in his pants. This is the sixth person I've caught him cheating on me with. It's almost like he wants me to catch him or something. This is my third relationship in a year! Okay, so the last one, Rodney lasted three months and he may not have said he was committed to me, but I know he meant to. And yeah although Tim and I had only made it to two months, he made love to me like I was his one and only. So why, why aren't my relationships lasting? I think I'm done with love. No more meeting these guys and giving my heart and soul to them just for them to trample all over it. I'm done!
By Marie Edward5 years ago in Humans
I Don't Believe in Karma
I don't believe in Karma. I don't believe in luck, either or anything of that nature. Like many, I think we make our own luck. Yet I always hear from everyone, "you're so lucky! Things just fall in your lap!"
By Tess ESCOTO5 years ago in Humans
Roger Johnson : The Turtle Man
Have you ever had a sign from the universe? Did the universe give you a small stone turtle signifying that you, are in fact, a good person? Did the man who gave you the small stone turtle remind you of a happy little turtle himself? Because if so-, wow, we already have a lot in common. That’s uncanny. Maybe like me, you have also never felt like a good person.
By Gigi Banks5 years ago in Humans
An Affair to Remember
Remember the day we first met? I was a college freshman, eighteen years old, and working a part-time job at a grocery store. You were waiting for me on campus one day unexpectedly. I should have said good-bye the minute I realized who you really were, but I was curious. It couldn’t hurt to just look, I told myself.
By Alecia Kennedy5 years ago in Humans
Becca
Becca’s eyes shot open as the sound of her alarm sent her dreams reeling off track and into reality. “Oh my god, not another day,” she whined like a child as she rolled out of bed and straight into her worn fuzzy slippers. She flipped off the sun peaking through the blinds. Mornings were not her thing.
By Katie S.5 years ago in Humans
After
You look around the dark and dusty office, not quite sure how you ended up here. It is actually bigger than it looks, but file cabinets and open boxes full of official forms clutter every wall and make the space claustrophobic. The office belongs to the woman behind the desk, who raises an unamused eyebrow as she looks first at you, then at the man sitting in the chair next to you. He wears eyeliner and a spiked choker, and the tips of his hair are dyed green. He squeezes the arms of the chair in a white-knuckle grip.
By Breanne Sanders5 years ago in Humans
A Night Out
It’s my wife’s idea to go to the musical. As a rule, I hate musicals. Why do they have to keep breaking into song? Show, don’t sing. However, Les Mis is her favorite, and as I chose our last date night (which I thought was pretty damn amazing, who doesn’t love trivia nights), I suppose in the interest of fairness, it’s her turn. So, here I am standing in our bedroom in front of the open closet wishing I had a head cold. I check my throat for swollen lymph nodes. Nothing. I rotate my shoulders feeling for a torn rotator cuff. Nil. Apparently, I’m a picture of health. Damn it.
By Natalie Jaeger5 years ago in Humans