I haven't had a male friend in over 5 years
I'm M25 right now.
The truth is that throughout my life I’ve always had more female friends than male ones. When I ask myself why, I think it’s because I grew up surrounded by female figures: I have no male cousins, only female ones, so everyone my age in my family was a woman, and my mother was a housewife and therefore the one who raised us while my father worked.
At school, my group was made up only of female friends.
I don’t know I’ve had male friends, but their communication codes feel very alien to me, I dont feel comfortable . Also, my last two male friends… one was cheating on his girlfriend and I ended up falling out with him because I told her, and the other was a client of prostitution.
With this I don’t intend anything more than to share an anecdote from my life, and I’m not trying to imply anything beyond the idea that early stages can influence a person and in fact, I think all of this has affected me much more negatively than positively.
Diego Carpentier
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Why should we help others more?
When we fall in love with someone or genuinely care for someone from the heart, three hormones—oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine—are released together in our brain.
As a result, a unique and pleasant feeling arises within us. We feel happy and joyful without any specific reason. Because dopamine is involved, our brain keeps craving that feeling again and again.
Interestingly, the same three hormones are also released together when we help someone selflessly or express gratitude sincerely.
So, if you want to live a good and happy life, try to help others selflessly or express gratitude as often as possible. Instead of getting involved in forbidden relationships, shouldn’t we focus more on helping others?
And if you want proof, try helping a helpless person selflessly today and then notice how you feel inside.
Helping others or showing gratitude does not always require money. Speaking kindly to people with a warm smile is also a form of expressing gratitude. Imagine you are walking down a road and notice some garbage lying in the middle, making it difficult for others to pass, but no one is cleaning it or removing it. If you take the initiative to remove it, through that simple act y
Are any of us happy with the state of things?
The murders of both Charlie Kirk and Renee Good are tragedies. Subjectivity has no place in this conversation.
I find it incredibly disturbing that each incident had/has anyone justifying or even *defending* it.
Unless either of those two people shot your puppy and your mama and your cat and your daddy, it is insane to wish death upon them, let alone rejoice in it!
Even if Charlie Kirk was, as described by many, a hate-mongerer; and if Renee Good was a radical leftist intent on obstructing law enforcement, did either of them directly threaten harm to your person or your loved ones?
Them. As people. Not as whatever rhetoric you believe either chose to spread.
No?
Then you’re a sick fuck for relishing their deaths.
I mourn for both and their families. I do not feel the need to let you know whose supposed ideology I most align with.
It doesn’t matter.
I think someone is putting a spell on my mom. What should I do?
My mom got out of a toxic relationship a while ago, but since then, many strange and unfortunate coincidences have occurred. Things disappear from the house even though we all remember seeing them in certain places. She's developed bruises and red spots all over her body. She's lost a lot of weight very quickly. You might think that's not so strange, but it gets worse. Every person who has come to help her move on has had terrible things happen to them. One of them got leukemia and had to leave my mom, saying he didn't want to cause her any more harm. My mom's cousin sent her a message at Christmas when she was alone because I was with my dad, and he specifically asked her to read the messages he sent her, but he couldn't send them because he literally died very soon after; he was hit by a train. I'm scared. I don't want anything bad to happen to my mom, me, or my family. Please help me figure out what to do.
I talked wih my first ex boyfriend after 15 years.
Even though we live in a same small town, we never really got the chance to talk. We would see each other sometimes, but it was just passing by.
I must admit I avoided him in the beginning of our split, then moved to a different country for 5-6 years. I moved back home 4 years ago.
Well, today I saw him walking his dog and joined him. We walked and talked for half an hour.
He said, even if it was 15 years ago, it feels like it was yesterday.
It is 3:50 am now and I still can't sleep.
Have you ever made holidays in Russia?
I ask non-russians and where have you been to there?
I am so sick of my in-laws inability to maintain a home
We’ve always had a mostly good relationship with my in-laws. They show up for my kids, family gatherings, if something comes up and I need someone to watch the kids for work or whatever they almost always volunteer. Our kids love them dearly and love to spend time with them. About 8 years ago they bought a home on a rent to own contract and was able to pay it off last year. They got a good deal on the 3 bedroom 2 bath trailer with a couple acres only paying around 35,000 for it. The bones of the home was still good but it was in need of some updates as the home still had the original late 80’s wallpaper, flooring, etc. honestly over time the home has fallen apart. My FIL works part time handy man type jobs and also gets disability, my MIL works nights cleaning banks so she gets home and asleep around 6am and sleeps until late afternoon each day. Over time these original pieces have gotten destroyed and also just laziness has destroyed part too. There is also a lack of discipline in the home, as they still have now teens and young adults in the home. Some examples is they have a large roach infestation, I have hired an exterminator for my own home because of them and pay $50 a month
I want to talk about friends.
I feel like I don’t need or really want friends. I feel immense pressure to make friends and have a social life but honestly when it comes down to it, I don’t really care. I don’t have a lot in common with people, I have nothing to say to them, talking feels exhausting and performative. The only times I feel like having friends is around Christmas time, new years, or when there’s an event or place I want to check out but I can’t do it alone. In these cases it’s more that I like the idea of having someone to do these things with more than having actual friends. This holiday season was very lonely but at the same time it feels like I only felt lonely because it’s seen as pathetic to spend the holidays at home doing the same things that you do every other day of the year.
A bit of context, I’m mid thirties, single, I was lucky to have some really good friends over the years, but due to circumstances we’re scattered all over the world. I’ve moved to a new city about 6 months ago. I haven’t made any friends yet. I tried, but only half-heartedly if I’m honest with myself. I rarely talk with my roommates. the idea of starting over building relationships bores me. I met these wonderful peo
let’s talk
hey I’m 19 and I like conversations that actually mean something
I’m into psychology, understanding how people think, and reading romance novels
just looking for genuine friends and good conversations
if this feels relatable, feel free to text
I found a shortcut which knocks off five solid minutes off my trip to the shop
I only live about ten minutes away from my big shop (walking, that is), or so I thought.
I discovered that there's a _mystical_ door at the back of the carpark which cuts out the need to be walk all the way down the high street and up a steep hill to the entrance.
What a win! I'm racing back and fourth like nobodies business now. I think that deserves a cuppa.
(Peak casual UK).
So This Is What A Maharaja Bed Really Feels Like
For years, I always wondered why the beds in Indian movies looked so big, dramatic, and royal, like the whole thing belonged to an emperor’s palace. Not just the mattress, but the frames, the carvings, the details… everything.
Then I saw a Maharaja bed in real life and it made total sense.
Maharaja actually means great king, and the bed truly lives up to the name. It doesn’t just look royal, it feels royal.
I stopped by my uncle’s house on my way back home. He had just moved in and was still setting things up, but his room was already fully furnished. The moment I walked in, it felt like a scene straight out of a Bollywood movie. Warm lights, detailed woodwork, everything so well put together and then that bed. The Maharaja bed.
Massive and quietly commanding attention. I just stood there thinking, Wow… so this is what it feels like.
I already knew, even before checking Alibaba, that these beds cost a golden arm and leg and when I finally checked, I wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
But one thing I’ve promised myself is that before I get married, I’m getting one.
I have my solid plans written down, and I’m taking steps slowly. Everything will fall into place. In time, it will come.
I will never accept my ugly appearance
Whenever I tell people that I want to get plastic surgeries they get all noooo ur so beautiful don’t believe what society says and they are actually lying through their teeth. It’s so easy to lecture about “inner beauty” or whatever bs when YOURE NOT THE ONE WHO HAS RO WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS FACE IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNIGN. You’re not the one who has to wear this face everywhere you go, you’re not the one who’s being judged by it before you open your mouth and give anyone a chance to see this “inner beauty” you speak of. Like actually don’t piss me off and lie to me. It’s so easy to say whatever bullshit when you’re not the one going through life looking like some ugly hag and people treat you like a second class citizen for something you have no control over. Sucks.
I feel like I peaked at 21 and nobody told me
I spent my early 20s thinking I’d have it all figured out by now. Instead, I’m still eating cereal for dinner, scrolling on my phone, and pretending I know what I want to do with my life. Is anyone else still winging it?
How would you feel about this if it was you kid?
My kid is in VPK and even though I like his teacher, I dont like nor appreciate that she draws on him. With pen on his skin. The first drawing was on his hand/finger and it was a little monkey. I found it odd that she would draw on a child that wasn't hers but I let it go and didnt say anything. Yesterday, when he undressed to take a bath, I saw a pretty big drawing on the bottom of his leg, and again with pen. When I asked him he said his teacher drew it. This time it was much bigger than just a little monkey. It was a big rocket shooting up his leg (from his ankle to above his shin). I am struggling with this. I dont want to be rude because she is a nice lady and my kid has taken a liking to her but I do not think it is acceptable for her to be doing this. I would love to know if I'm just being momma bear and being overprotective as this is my first and only kid ooooorrrr do you agree that this is unacceptable for a teacher to be doing?!
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