#human relationships

[jacks-weird-world]

✨ "My son was dumped by his girlfriend."

Cute-mom-moment: Caroline, Promoting her book of poems, 'She walks in beauty', reports a 'breakup' of your son, Jack, and the natural experiences of relationships that are common to everyone. 💔

🎥: conversations on KCTS 9.

jun, 28, 2011.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Robert Hand - Planets In Composite: Analyzing Human Relationships - Para Research - 1977

[forgotten-daydreamer]

i recently had a fight (sort of) with a friend and we aren't in talking terms rn, simply because he hasn't apologised to me and thinks that being all pitiful will move something within me- he doesn't understand that he'd be able to earn my forgiveness simply by (thoroughly) apologising.

and when he texted me earlier, it basically went like "hi (me), how are you?" "hi, all good, wbu?" "[long-ass text related to the burden that his daily task represent]" "damn, no comment" "yeah ikr"

that's all.

...exactly what am i supposed to do with any of this? fyi it's even more awkward in italian. i'm stumped.

[nabirait]

I don't think you are really gonna have some authentic relationships in this capitalist world. who invents what is authentic? i am afraid even that has taken a turn in these times. Alienation becomes so vast that the family units(promoted to escape greater alienation) away from the bigger alienated society ends up becoming alienated. that is why we see no coordination or better word cohesion among friends or family. it always comes to the point of "I" and love is rare. that is because people don't have genuine care and fervor for society and its oppressed people hence they will never have something genuine for their family members. i am telling you this with a heavy heart you gotta go about it just like that, although i wish things weren't this brutal, but this is a hard pill to swallow. alright a little context might help you understand this. i called a dear friend of mine and asked her if she could do me a favour. she agreed. here's what i asked. "hey i am stuck here with my tournament game and by the time i reach the campus the mess will be closed so please save a plate for me or store the food in the box and keep it with you". she told me that her back hurts and that she cant do it. i suggested that she ask someone, her friends or someone who is available ( i am saying all this with an urgency because i had to attend something after call). to which she replies she has no idea what to do or whom to ask. frustrated by her non Chalance i reiterated how can she be clueless when she understood where i am coming from? but anyways that call went nowhere and i had to arrange something else. i am not whining here saying how she couldn't help me. the point i am trying to make is how society exhausts you with things that maintaining human relationships or fostering them no longer seems important to you. it's just you running after degrees and corporate jobs. see the degree of alienation. i don't want to blame her but capitalism. i hate this. nevertheless, i would've definitely gone out of my way to do things for people help my friends out. and i hope one day people realize that doing things for people going out of your way is fulfilling and against this exploitatively system. i am afraid i will die alone unsatisfied with life. also i had a pretty shitty day.

[alternishicons]

people should use the troll quadrants for shipping more i think. It just makes things make sense (though that may be the fact im a troll so naturally itd make more sense to me). Hobie and Pavi are moirails. Pavi and Gayatri are matesprits. Hobie, Miles, Margo, and Gwen are matesprits. Clarrise and Percy are kismesis. Jason is Percy’s moirail and auspitice for him and Annabeth (specifically to keep Annabeth and Percy away from each pther so they don’t enter an unhealthy relationship)

[that-gay-jedi]

For all that I love living alone because of the peace and quiet and never having to worry abt whether a roommate is gonna be trustworthy etc, when I'm totally overcome with The Weakness(tm) from one of my illnesses I direly wish there were someone around to refill my water bottle, turn off the lights and bring me a blanket/sweater or adjust the thermostat. My cat is a great comfort, but she doesn't have opposable thumbs.

I can very suddenly go from simply tired to a state wherein no matter how uncomfortable I am or how important a task, I can't move. I hope I would be able to crawl across the floor if the building were on fire, but I pray to the gods that I never have to find out. Knowing that if that happened there'd be someone else to grab my cat and either help me drag myself out or tell the first responders about my sorry ass would take a weight off my mind.

Truthfully, I don't even think most humans are for lack of a better word "supposed" to live alone. We're a hypersocial species adapted to live in mutually caring communities where people allow each other enough autonomy and space that we aren't desperate to escape, with vast formal or informal support networks wherein everyone's contributions are valued and everyone's needs are seen as simply a part of life instead of some kind of moral failing.

But I don't have that kind of community and so far, total solitude has been preferable to the family and roommates I've had. Out of the choices available to me, I'd rather sometimes have to crumple up on my couch feeling thirsty and cold and unable to fully shut the light out of my eyes than deal with people who are violent or exploitative or who don't believe my limitations are real etc etc.

[marejadilla]

"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship." — Franz Kafka, "Letters To Felice"

[gh0stsblogs]

Every part of my self wants to share my life.

If i could record my life for showing i would, i perform, not beacuse im actor, ir beacuse i feel Fake, but beacuse i want to share and tell, i hear what other people share and tell and so i open conversación for them to do so. Whats the point of living if i cant share myself with whom i love AND cherish? I take pictures of dumb little things no one notice, beacuse thats what i am. A little thing un an inmense world that no one notice. but that maybe by telling my story and thoughs to the right person i can be photograph in their memory AND so what i felt may live like that. Thats what keeps me going. I write, i tell, i capture, i draw, i want to share what i ser with everyone AND everything AND i cant wait fof someone to do so too. When i lieave i want everyone to know Exactly what i went throug and my thoughs on that. If i could record my thoughs on actions i would

Whats music i love and why i do, the movie i watched AND what i though of it, what that actor reminded me of, what that sign Made me think, the little bug i just saw, how the trees mover with the wind, the way Water reflects the sun, i want to share it with who can listen. I dont care how small i am anymore, i dont care how underseving i feel of being Alive, what i think matters AND theres people out there that want to heart just as mucho así i want to heart what they hace to say.

[desi-idealist]

Is there any part of life that is better shared with strangers rather than with close friends or family members?

It depends on the relationship you have with your friends and family. Also, if this part is something you cherish the most and are afraid of judgements. We can’t get along with everyone in our lives. No matter how close we are to them there's always going to be times when our interests and ideals don't match. In such moments, people we are familiar with don’t meet our needs and expecting them to will lead to disappointments. And we find company and understanding in strangers better than friends or family. Like meeting someone who gets your geekiness or running into a fellow sports fan. Of course, these are trivial examples. But the point is if the part of life is something close to the core of your identity and your loved ones don’t understand it, it can be heartbreaking. Sometimes they won’t appreciate that part of you because of their own shortcomings or it contradicts with the image they already have of you. In those moments, a random stranger offers more compassion than you’re hoping for.

In short, the answer lies with you. You are the only one who can decide the answer for this.

[random-xpressions]

The dynamics of any human relationship is exactly as the dynamics that exist between a musician and his instrument. For a song to be created, there must be command and surrendering. The musician will tap his hand several times on the drum to see how the tone develops, where the pitch is building so as to translate well the melody he has inside his soul. The drum has to merely surrender, trusting the hands of the musician. Or take example of any other instrument, from violin to guitar to flute - each of these must learn to trust and surrender to the hands and the mouth of the musician as he tests and plays as would bring out the best effect to meet the melody he's hearing inside himself. The dynamics of human relationship also needs to run in the same manner. When one is taking the lead to create a song, then the other has to simply close the eyes and trust, to surrender into the hands of the musician. Be that a man or woman, either of them could keep interchanging the roles of one guiding and the other surrendering. There's no other way their inner music could find its fruition. My hands these days are incessantly tapping every surface from the wooden doors to steel structures to plastic surfaces - each object has a unique music of its own that needs to be drawn out just with the right tapping, in the right fashion, with the right timing. Music is already there, you just have to draw it out with your fingers. Love is already there, you just have to focus your heart, on the heart at the other end...

Random Xpressions

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Nicolas Wright - Understanding Human Behavior: An Illustrated Guide to Successful Human Relationships, Vol. 2 - BPC Publishing - 1974

[sick-sadist]

[blueheartbookclub]

"Euripides' Electra: A Timeless Tragedy of Vengeance and Redemption"

In Gilbert Murray's evocative translation of Euripides' timeless Greek tragedy, "Electra," the spirit of ancient drama is vividly brought to life. Set against the backdrop of familial betrayal and revenge, Murray's translation captures the essence of the original work, allowing contemporary readers to delve into the emotional depths of a classic tale.

The play unfolds with Electra, daughter of King Agamemnon, harboring a deep-seated resentment for her mother, Clytemnestra, and her stepfather, Aegisthus, who conspired to murder her father upon his return from the Trojan War. The narrative is woven with themes of justice, retribution, and the intricate complexities of human relationships.

Murray's translation strikes a delicate balance, preserving the poetic beauty of Euripides' language while making it accessible to a modern audience. The dialogue crackles with intensity as characters grapple with the moral consequences of their actions. Electra's grief and seething anger resonate powerfully, making her a compelling protagonist navigating the treacherous waters of vengeance.

The dramatic tension builds steadily, culminating in a gripping climax that explores the consequences of relentless pursuit of justice. Murray's translation masterfully captures the psychological nuances of the characters, inviting readers to empathize with their struggles and dilemmas.

"Euripides' Electra" remains relevant across centuries, offering a profound exploration of human nature, morality, and the enduring quest for justice. Gilbert Murray's translation ensures that the play's emotional depth and intellectual richness are not lost in translation, making it a compelling read for both scholars and those new to classical Greek literature.

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Number of pages: 132

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[le-panda-chocovore]

Sometimes it's your fault. Sometimes you have to deal with the fact that you're imperfect and you make mistakes. But it's okay, you learn. You'll improve.

Sometimes it's not. Sometimes you have to accept that you're a victim and you didn't deserve such a bad treatment, but life's unfair and people are dumbs. But it's okay, you heal. You'll be fine.

Sometimes it's no one's fault. Sometimes the stars weren't aligned and the universe put you in the wrong place at the wrong time. Everyone's hurting and everyone needs peace and healing, there's no one to blame except the circumstances. But it's okay. You all will feel better.

Sometimes it's everyone's fault. Sometimes you're both the victim and the responsible, you were as hurting as you harmed the others but you couldn't see it then. Now you can, and you're sorry, and they're sorry too, but the damages are done. But it's okay. You will forgive each other.

And sometimes, sometimes you have to make peace with the idea that you will always be the bad guy in someone's story because you have bad guys in your own too. Sometimes you need to accept that not everyone is entitled to forgive your mistakes. Sometimes you feel like it will never be okay again for the people you hurt. But you will be. You keep going, you keep improving, you keep apologizing, you keep growing, you keep becoming the best version of yourself. You will never be perfect, no one can. But you still allowed to try.

[darthruaky]

“Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I've discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.”

― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon