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Post by Nora on Oct 29, 2018 12:44:07 GMT
When was the last time another human being did something nice for you, or responded well to your request for help, or showed some empathy or wanted to establish a human connection no matter how fleeing?
I feel like there is so many good examples in our lives everyday, of human beings helping each other. Why dont we shed some light on it? It may be the smallest little gestures like letting someone make a turn from the wrong lane when you see they struggle, or something bigger, something that someone did for you or for anyone else, doesnt matter, anything that brings something good to the world counts.
Please end each little story with: "I love humans, they wil.... "
Today I wanted to wear my new pretty dress. Vintage pin up dress that I just bought. Sadly, I am not able to zip it up myself, there is this part between the shoulder-blades where due to the nature of the dress and my built you need someone eleses help. But I had no one around. Desperately wanting to wear the dress today I put it on did as much as zipping myself as I could and then went and knocked on the first door closest to the place I am temporarily staying at (I am traveling at the moment). It was some fancy looking consulting company. And a very fancy looking young woman opened the door. I mean like your idea of a model. Tall, slender, blond, very pretty, miniskirt, high heels, all of that. And there I am, saying "Hi you dont know me, but I need your help, would you zip up my dress please?". Hoping for the best.
She was SUPER nice, said of course, laughed a little bit, but not in a mean way more like "i get it, girl, lemme help ya out". She zipped me up I thanked her, said she spared me from going to the streets like that, we both laughed and that was it.
I love humans. They will zip up your dresses for you.
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Post by Aj_June on Oct 29, 2018 18:22:51 GMT
Long ago somewhere in small town where I was a kid (or young boy of 12) I used to often visit a restaurant. I was very particular about tipping. If if I was returned a round figure (like 10 Rs) I would take that. If it was not a round figure (1,2,7,9...) I would not take the change and let the waiter keep it. This waiter found the pattern. Soon he started making up bullshit bills. For example, if I consumed food worth Rs 50 he would make a bill of 41. That was not an age when there was any computer or electronic device in my obscure town. Billing was manual. So after few times the waiter did it I found out his pattern. I then started collecting whatever change I was given. Then the waiter became even more ingenious and found a new way to cheat his owner. He now reduced my bill by more than tens. For example, If I was supposed to be charged Rs 68 he would make a bill of Rs 51. He implied that I should resume my previous way of not taking the change as it would be for mutual benefit.
I love humans. They will make you a partner in crime.....
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Post by ant-mac on Oct 29, 2018 18:30:17 GMT
I also love Humans... You get in less trouble then when you love animals.  |
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Post by Nora on Oct 29, 2018 18:38:40 GMT
Long ago somewhere in small town where I was a kid (or young boy of 12) I used to often visit a restaurant. I was very particular about tipping. If if I was returned a round figure (like 10 Rs) I would take that. If it was not a round figure (1,2,7,9...) I would not take the change and let the waiter keep it. This waiter found the pattern. Soon he started making up bullshit bills. For example, if I consumed food worth Rs 50 he would make a bill of 41. That was not an age when there was any computer or electronic device in my obscure town. Billing was manual. So after few times the waiter did it I found out his pattern. I then started collecting whatever change I was given. Then the waiter became even more ingenious and found a new way to cheat his owner. He now reduced my bill by more than tens. For example, If I was supposed to be charged Rs 68 he would make a bill of Rs 51. He implied that I should resume my previous way of not taking the change as it would be for mutual benefit. I love humans. They will make you a partner in crime..... wait how is this a story about human doing something good? ;-) |
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Post by Aj_June on Oct 29, 2018 18:46:37 GMT
Long ago somewhere in small town where I was a kid (or young boy of 12) I used to often visit a restaurant. I was very particular about tipping. If if I was returned a round figure (like 10 Rs) I would take that. If it was not a round figure (1,2,7,9...) I would not take the change and let the waiter keep it. This waiter found the pattern. Soon he started making up bullshit bills. For example, if I consumed food worth Rs 50 he would make a bill of 41. That was not an age when there was any computer or electronic device in my obscure town. Billing was manual. So after few times the waiter did it I found out his pattern. I then started collecting whatever change I was given. Then the waiter became even more ingenious and found a new way to cheat his owner. He now reduced my bill by more than tens. For example, If I was supposed to be charged Rs 68 he would make a bill of Rs 51. He implied that I should resume my previous way of not taking the change as it would be for mutual benefit. I love humans. They will make you a partner in crime..... wait how is this a story about human doing something good? ;-) Well....As a kid that much money that I didn't have to pay came in very handy. I could buy a feather shuttlecock twice after visiting his place. Then I didn't have to play with not so good plastic shuttlecocks. Plus just the fact of being involved in something so funny was amusing. These little joys of life are very precious when I remember my childhood. |
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Post by Xcalatë on Oct 29, 2018 20:20:41 GMT
I hate humans and hope we go extinct soon.
wait what was the question again?
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Oct 30, 2018 17:16:01 GMT
I'm the well-trained empath, usually it's me doing something for someone else.
On the rare occasion that someone does something for me, I damn near break down in tears, it's such a shock. And I don't remember the last time...
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Post by Terrapin Station on Oct 30, 2018 17:24:43 GMT
Nora, I'd be happy to help you unzip your dress later. And then you can love me, too.
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Post by Nora on Oct 30, 2018 17:27:37 GMT
Nora, I'd be happy to help you unzip your dress later. And then you can love me, too. funnily enough you can undress yourself without anyone helping you. its just the putting it on thats a two people job. i wonder if other women also have this experience... |
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Post by Nora on Oct 30, 2018 17:28:03 GMT
I'm the well-trained empath, usually it's me doing something for someone else. On the rare occasion that someone does something for me, I damn near break down in tears, it's such a shock. And I don't remember the last time... I wonder if you ever ask for help. What happens then? |
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Post by Sulla on Oct 30, 2018 17:39:00 GMT
People where I live will generally grant small courtesies to each other. Not everyone, of course. But it's not uncommon for someone to allow a car to pull out in front of them during heavy traffic times. And people will usually hold the door open if they see you approaching. I've had a couple of old ladies ask me to reach something on the top shelf for them at the supermarket. These things cost very little for us to do. I love humans, they will sometimes help us get through each day.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Oct 30, 2018 18:00:25 GMT
I'm the well-trained empath, usually it's me doing something for someone else. On the rare occasion that someone does something for me, I damn near break down in tears, it's such a shock. And I don't remember the last time... I wonder if you ever ask for help. What happens then? No, I never ask. |
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Post by Nora on Oct 30, 2018 18:01:43 GMT
Yesterday my 70 year old mother and I were getting on a tram. Packed one. Like filled with bodies of people. My mom and I got somehow separated in the crowd. I was by the door and she was kinda in the middle of the car, and the ride was Very Bouncy. And unfortunatelly she was nowhere near anything to hold on to. I was quite worried she was going to fall down and hurt herself, she is very fragile.
A young man with a stroller saw me looking around and heard my conversation with my mom, asking her if she is ok. He pushed the stroller with his baby closer to her and said - here, hold onto this, and Ill hold it on the other end too, and make sure none of us fall even if it bounces really bad. And he kinda anchored it with his weight for stability.
I love humans. They will sometimes offer their own baby cariers to be held onto for support.
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Post by Nora on Oct 30, 2018 18:04:07 GMT
I wonder if you ever ask for help. What happens then? No, I never ask. well then... it might change if u ask  ... my dress would be still unzipped if i didnt ask |
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Oct 30, 2018 18:09:45 GMT
Nora, I'd be happy to help you unzip your dress later. And then you can love me, too. funnily enough you can undress yourself without anyone helping you. its just the putting it on thats a two people job. i wonder if other women also have this experience... I think there is a little gizmo of some sort that you can buy to help you zip up that last few inches, but I never wear anything with a zipper up the back. My outfit-of-choice is a Hawaiian shirt with denims, or black slacks for a slightly less casual look. Oh, and BTW, nice deflection! |
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Oct 30, 2018 18:17:56 GMT
well then... it might change if u ask ... my dress would be still unzipped if i didnt ask I was raised by a narcissistic mother who, at 95, is still telling me I don't do enough for her. My Dad was a dear man, always helping me and teaching me how to improvise, adapt and overcome. But he's been gone for 14 years now. He never did enough for my mother, either, in her opinion. |
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Post by Terrapin Station on Oct 30, 2018 18:43:23 GMT
Nora, I'd be happy to help you unzip your dress later. And then you can love me, too. funnily enough you can undress yourself without anyone helping you. its just the putting it on thats a two people job. i wonder if other women also have this experience... Don't strain yourself, though. And it's more fun with someone helping. |
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Post by Nora on Oct 30, 2018 19:10:22 GMT
well then... it might change if u ask ... my dress would be still unzipped if i didnt ask I was raised by a narcissistic mother who, at 95, is still telling me I don't do enough for her. My Dad was a dear man, always helping me and teaching me how to improvise, adapt and overcome. But he's been gone for 14 years now. He never did enough for my mother, either, in her opinion. sorry yo hear that, yeah narcissistic mothers are no picknic! well i am lookig forward to reading your contribution in this thread one day soon, describing how u asked someone for help |
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Oct 30, 2018 19:41:53 GMT
I was raised by a narcissistic mother who, at 95, is still telling me I don't do enough for her. My Dad was a dear man, always helping me and teaching me how to improvise, adapt and overcome. But he's been gone for 14 years now. He never did enough for my mother, either, in her opinion. sorry to hear that, yeah narcissistic mothers are no picnic! well i am looking forward to reading your contribution in this thread one day soon, describing how u asked someone for help Actually, I DO remember someone helping me; BATouttaheck and Nalkarj , not too long ago - I was describing a scary thing I'd seen on TV when I was a young kid, and bat suggested posting, on the 'I need to know' thread, what I was describing, and by golly, Salzmank posted the actual TV episode and it was the one! So I love humans because sometimes, they will have just that little piece of information that you are looking for! |
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Post by Nalkarj on Oct 30, 2018 19:50:43 GMT
I can’t speak for Bat, of course, rachelcarson1953, but I hope you like us for some other reasons as well! I’m happy that you’ve found some good people here. I remember you used to post often in politics; I far prefer these areas, if only because it’s much less “toxic,” as the term is nowadays. |
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... my dress would be still unzipped if i didnt ask 