Life Stories and Everyday Drama

For about a year or two I have suspected that I am undiagnosed neurodivergent, specifically ADHD and autism. I have always had major trust issues and that causes making and maintaining relationships to be a struggle. I am an only child, but my parents are.... something else. They consistantly make me feel down about myself, and often will tell me to "grow up" when I have a meltdown, as well as many other things that can be considered emotional abuse and trauma, especially from a neurospicy pov. i cannot tell them my suspicions, or how they were formed, as they will just dismiss them and/or get mad and me, tell me to stop looking for attention, and stop making stuff up. they also do not understand any of my personal life, as i have to mask and shield to keep them away from it, because i do not feel comfortable sharing anything with them. like my situationship, for example. there's this person who i have liked for months now. and there are many, many signs that they like me as well. unfortunately, the school year just ended without either of us doing anything about it, and now i have to wait three months to see them again, with only a very slight chance at seeing them in the next week or two.

I feel completely hurt. I have nowhere to express what I need to say, and believe me, there's a lot to say. However, I have to respect boundaries, because these are often just chat rooms, not places for venting. Now, all venting these days is also hindered by many apps, by the assumption that venting is a way to get support. But if we look at the concept, venting itself is support; it's not for a subsequent step. Openness is about context, and every context is a possible act, which, when put into practice, allows us to talk about this experience.

I don't feel comfortable writing on apps anymore, because you expect something more personal: something that feels as intimate as possible, something where we can connect with others in private. That's what often makes me angry on apps because of the comments. People perceive the lack of support as repressive, something they remain silent about, in effect, because their principles aren't aligned with what's being applied, nor are they the ones they share. They confront the fact that these apps start from the premise of being with us to establish their modus operandi. They understand that by being present, certain things are done, and this essentially consists of a kind of learned script. It's about being there, and being there means accepting whatever comes up, not necessarily trying to get closer to it. I feel that my current relationships have rebelled against this, and although I maintain the inertia of being this way, this realization makes me stop.

I'm afraid to share what I experience with these apps, mainly regarding the criticism of how they operate. People can read it, but the issue remains completely intransigent, fleeting, and doesn't lead to a collective awareness, even though it allows for a coexistence where everyone can coexist on these apps. What's relevant is that victim mentality where we try to make everything turn out a certain way, when the point is that the world should be for us to act according to the principle of allowing each person to reach their full potential from their individuality. As you can see, it's about allowing them space, just as it is for us, which in itself stems from what's possible. We can't aspire to a specific ideal; everything is within the realm of possibility because, even if we idealize, we are products of circumstances that lead to changes in the environment, and then in us, and so on.

I'll insist on the following: Who can we talk to about these things? These things should be, by any means necessary, part of the daily lives of the citizens of every town. That is to say, each member should live their life starting from and moving towards reflection on what life in society is, with all that this implies, and in which the structures lie. This allows us to observe, from our own experience, how we can participate and thus expand our horizons, whether within the same sphere but without reaching impractical discernments, or in other spheres, which allows us to discern the path taken previously. In principle, we see the difference between one kind of progress and another based on achieving a goal. We delve into those things that are superficially different but that always stem, like everything in life, from a certain generality. I believe this is what thinkers like Aristotle were referring to.

I feel that my eagerness to immerse myself in studies like these is for no other reason than to establish my position within it, that is, to gain a vision of the times in order to address them with care. For me, social standing is merely descriptive, and while it necessarily has consequences that must be considered, as it influences our progress, our true position in life is determined by who we are and what we face. This, in essence, is what allows us to feel our place. I know I sound redundant, but many fundamental things stem from this foundation, things that, precisely because they are so basic, often go unnoticed. At least, that was the case for me, and today I'm fortunate enough to be able to express it through this website.

It infuriates me that I can't express myself with complete freedom, which, for me right now, means expressing my anger towards the world, with all that it implies, within the context of my most catastrophic thoughts. And it is precisely because of this, this absence—this inability to establish a certain distance—that I have found myself completely immersed in these current impasses. If we think about it, turning the idea over in our minds, there are so many details that those thoughts don't see generalities, but specific things.

The world, and I say this with all due responsibility, is a whole that defies easy categorization. I'm sure some kind souls reading this are wondering why I don't write a book or something similar, given my writing skills. The truth is, I'm not ready yet, because I need to figure out how to translate these ideas for others within an institutional framework. I have my own ideas, and I think they're quite remarkable. I also have the right to express my opinions on whatever I want, and that includes myself. But today's readers are accustomed to institutional writing. I must admit it: that's why I feel so frustrated, and why I'm considering becoming an institutional member, but not before acknowledging this. I need my own perspective, to use academic language, as a translator of my own ideas. Even though it's the same language, the dialects make all the difference, and that's why we can talk about the foundation for socializing, and that's why we can talk about the foundation for making a living. Ultimately, every book is a social service, consisting of transmitting things, and I must nurture this communication, which is the basis for my books to provide me with some sustenance. Ultimately, being in society also requires a balance between those I know and those I don't, and with those I don't know, the only possible exchange is through bartering. Those I know, you could say, are the same, but we have to take what we know from among ourselves.

For me, there's nothing more unpleasant than being in a group where these words, which are meant to embrace and open the world, can't be shared. For them, what matters is achieving survival, a production process that results in quick fixes without much oversight. They think about the future without a foundation for moving towards it, allowing it to unfold according to life's whims. It's about establishing flexible structures at all times; otherwise, one might resort to the most entrenched cultural flaws. But like everything else, it becomes an exercise in engineering to overcome the obstacle. I regret having to leave them, but their shared focus isn't growth, but rather clinging to the past to prevent it from happening, when precisely allowing it is what growth is: opening doors.

I feel very annoyed because I feel like a nuisance to everyone I'm with. For everyone, I'm a burden, an essential element that requires going beyond their limits to make a deal. Indeed, I strive to be a good citizen and operate with the full support of the law, but for many, this is an extreme, as they base their lives on the actions of their families, where the law wasn't the foundation but rather an accessory. In this sense, it seems I'm obligated to stop being an ordinary citizen, making the law merely a way to conceal my interests, which often extend far beyond its scope.

At work, the situation is alarming. The law is treated as something to be avoided; people operate in secret, as if it were a kind of father figure acting without any feelings. Groups, for their part, act as a kind of mother figure, justifying even the most despicable acts. This is what daily life has become in the culture I'm immersed in. Personally, I may have proof of everything I do in my defense, but it seems to be more of a ticking time bomb, where others look for any excuse to exploit my slip-up and escalate it. I don't feel comfortable in this culture where the law isn't used as a basis for socialization, nor in how these interactions are rooted in the events that shape our individual selves and define the course of our lives. I feel hurt because saying these words makes me fearful, because it implies that I might observe things at work that I could use to my advantage. In other words, I'm in a job that lacks transparency.

Even in the office, people still talk about doing things that aren't something to be seen publicly, thus making the office an extension of the public sphere. Every office, by its very nature, is an extension of the public sphere, where people's limitations are solely defined by what they do within its walls, simply because it's a closed space and therefore what's happening inside isn't visible from the outside, making it necessary to keep a record. Everything that happens in an office is worthy of public knowledge, because every office, whether private or public, must provide evidence of what occurs there. In a community that has been established as a nation, secrecy is not permitted under any circumstances. In other words, everything must be transparent so that we all have access to information about what happens in our country and, consequently, its effects on us. The goal is not to control the situation, unless it results in a limiting act for the development of our potential, which is, in itself, the defense of our ability to continue our progress in service to society. The goal is simply to treat it with respect, because the law allows it, and if the law permits it and it results in an attack on that potential, then, indeed, reforms must be made.

I am surprised that these principles are not understood in that office, which is also part of a university community. I feel disappointed because it maintains a reputation for being one of the most advanced, but in reality, it seems that the research is merely a smokescreen for the utterly barbaric spirit that pervades its halls. I feel hurt. This stems from the confusion between home and office, the only real difference being that one space allows for the management of all variables by each individual, as is the case with the home, while the other does not. In fact, the office should be seen as a relationship to the home, since the home implies more care, and thus work becomes a potential agency of contribution, because that rest, that activity, leads to products that benefit others. Personally, I thought this notion of mine was more of an excuse to avoid being idle, but now I see that I was wrong. In fact, this highlights the need for less time spent at work than at home, precisely to guarantee both work productivity and the care of that which allows our integration into society, since it is through work that we generate the ideas to organize ourselves.

I'm afraid to say it, but it seems to me that things are backwards in many countries, and I'm being dramatic, but I have a feeling that it's not an exaggeration for many people. I return to a question: To whom can this be said? In my culture, the issue lies precisely in the struggle; that is, the more one struggles, the more recognized one becomes. But despite this, the consequences are not taken into account, and therefore relationships are formed where one lives in constant anxiety, that is, one lives on scraps, which is nothing more than taking life lightly.

Even in my current situation, the reason for acting stems from the fact that others are doing it too; that is, it's based on what others are doing. It's based on the premise that we all suffer equally, otherwise, production suffers. I don't understand my country and I feel truly marginalized from it, for no other reason than my own, but with good reason: I have to defend myself against it because it's shaped by leading the individual through its various currents, without allowing them to exert any resistance, precisely because of this lack of foundation, which is the cultivation of their own ideas. Indeed, I feel completely isolated, not only at work, but also from my family. I don't like it, however, nor do I like the idea of ​​not defending myself, which consists of having clear principles by which to act and which lead to constantly building my progress in society. I ask again, to whom can I explain these things?

Many of the things that are still said among others are for no other reason than to ensure that they are still part of the norm. That's what these conversations amount to; they're not constructive, but rather they interpret the rule in a way that results in actions taken out of context. This is because, in principle, the focus is on the rule itself, not the context, and therefore, for goodness' sake, they become sources of tyranny. How can one not be worried when seeing these things? What's the issue now? A psychiatrist? A psychologist? Indeed, this nervousness, this anxiety, is necessary to understand the context and therefore act with caution. There are many limitations to being a good citizen, and that's precisely what it means to develop those potentials that allow for coexistence. And that's precisely the purpose of the law—not simply to be obeyed, which is a necessary consequence, but to serve as a tool for our lives in terms of coexistence, in this sense, establishing harmony according to the facts that determine our relationships.

No society exists to create structures in and of themselves, but rather they are the means to ensure that the events that make it become something transcended, thus with all those that arise to ensure that all individuals result not only in coexistence with each other over time but also with other peoples.

Things at work are getting down and dirty. My boss and his secretary have become monsters, constantly attacking the company's top authority. It's happened once already, and it will happen again. They have no regard for others; they're only there for their own selfish interests, preying on everyone in the company. My boss's job involves organizing things, but he's taken advantage of it to go too far with me, completely violating my privacy, something I've had to protect myself from.

It's regrettable, but I used to consider that man my friend. However, for him, being a friend meant being there for me through thick and thin, even though we should be equals in the thick of things. Such behavior, total control. I feel completely at ease attending events with them soon. I would prefer a different situation, not out of fear, but because I don't feel they are worthy as people. In principle, there is no value placed on the homeland, only simple and blatant destruction, all at the expense of appearances and not evidence. This leads to the abuse of the limits of shame, and we know that these limits are often insufficient to establish the facts with certainty. Even when they are established, the limit is what prevails, for no other reason than to prevent future problems.

I believe it is necessary to tell these stories again and again, with no other aim than to encourage reflection on the limits within which we are embedded, the culture itself, and which define our mobility within our environment. Many people don't understand these limits and simply adopt passivity as a pause, when calmness regarding something is a state that is constructed and stems precisely from the distance from it. And all distance from something is constructed; when it comes to experience, it is not given. This isn't about geometric distance, which I think we confuse with other concepts, just as we do with many things related to emotions, where we confuse clusters with binary functions of the biological system that allows us to exist in the universe.

I'd like to be able to discuss these things with someone, but even I have to admit that they have limits to what they can tolerate. In principle, my approach is based on engaging with what I gain from experience, and of course, the way I access it is particular, according to the experience that connects me to that achievement, which is the reflection within it—those lines that allow me to see other perspectives starting from principles through which I viewed another. It's also necessary, I believe, to define these notions, which I think I'm achieving. It's essential, by any means necessary, to begin being critical of everything we use, precisely to use it judiciously and, moreover, to establish additions. It's about establishing more actions for life.

I've undoubtedly strayed from the topic I started with, but indeed, I'm discovering a way to access these achievements, these reflections. I feel proud, but what saddens me is not having anyone to share this journey with. Through these networks, I manage to share certain situations, but I don't start from a pre-existing premise, but rather from how I react to what I'm about to write. All my writing stems from this; it's about reacting to the ease of publishing online, in terms of the future it guarantees me, which is its publication. I would like, I must say, for the young woman with whom I've now found peace, thanks to this experience, to be here by my side so I could talk to her about these things, but it would be an inconvenience because she doesn't do these things. It would be bringing her into a conversation where she'd be completely out of touch.

It pains me to say it, but we're better off this way, through these chance encounters and the few words we can exchange. Although we share principles, she's more limited in the more developed aspects of mine, and more developed in the less developed ones. There's little we can do, and doing more would only hinder the relationship. And let's face it, the stage we're at right now is quite limited, precisely because of this lack of response. It's better to focus on what we can do effectively.

It's worth mentioning that, indeed, we have unique moments, just like in other relationships where I have the same limited scope. These moments are truly extraordinary. Of course, what we have in common is our shared principles, which allows for conversations and other activities that stimulate our growth. I feel the need to understand how we function, because indeed these relationships are not usual, but indeed, the issue still works and to say that they are not relationships, that they are nothing, is nothing more than failing to give a vision to that which moves my life, because indeed I take conditions into account.

I feel comfortable after all. After my boss's downfall, I feel I'm doing well, which also involved his secretary. I'm not comfortable with having to see their faces, because I believe that people like that, with that kind of attitude, will end up wreaking havoc on the company, not through me, but through others. For management, this duo represents a factor of instability, and even more so now, because they've been like this for a long time.

It's a shame that digital platforms for venting are so closed these days, to the point of not even being clear about their rules. Just yesterday, I finished venting and the platform limited me to writing until after a certain time. As I understand it, I wrote too much, of course, perhaps because I sent many messages in a short period of time and it ended up being marked as spam by the system. I didn't understand it until now.

I don't feel capable of going any further with these friendships; the way we are, the way we guide each other in safeguarding our interactions within a culture that prioritizes egalitarianism as the basis for social relations, is more than enough. I fear that these people don't enjoy the same lifestyle as me, where they spend their time writing and, consequently, developing a wide range of responses. Their responses are based essentially on gestures, on essences where there is no dialogue, in effect, a product of the lack of a constant exercise in constructing language. They are situated in a specific environment, and I can't expect to make drastic changes. In principle, there would be resistance, given that it would confront what their absence from that environment would imply. It is an exercise in empathy, undoubtedly, defined as the contemplation of the conditions in which the other is in relation to a certain situation and which makes their modus operandi decisive: Hence we say that this exercise results in an act of caution, why not say it, by inertia.

i graduated last year and here i am still looking for my first job. it's not that i'm unqualified, but every time there's an interview lined up, the anxiety is unbearable. my heart races like it's about to jump out of my chest. some might say it's just nerves, but it feels way more than that. 😬 i mean, do they really need to ask those questions? those typical 'where do you see yourself in 5 years?' or 'what's your biggest weakness?'. they seem simple, yet they twist my brain into knots;

job hunting was never supposed to be easy, right? i read this quote somewhere: 'success is not the key to happiness; happiness is the key to success.' maybe if i could just get past this panic... but then again, these interviews are critical milestones in one's career trajectory. companies expect you to sell yourself at a moment's notice... feels like you're on trial sometimes. i know others struggle too but god it’s frustrating! 😤 why do i keep freezing up??

i guess industry lingo should help sound smarter or something; things like leveraging synergies or enhancing verticals. honestly though, will anyone buy that coming from someone who's never worked a day as a professional? even typing this out makes me question myself – why can't i just relax and let things flow naturally... or perhaps that's easier said than done?

so, my doctor recently insisted that i incorporate some form of exercise into my lifestyle, and the sport they recommended was running. but the issue here, if i may be candid, is that i detest running with a passion. now, it's not like i don't see the merit in it from a cardiovascular and health standpoint; after all, countless articles and fitness enthusiasts tout its benefits. references regarding endorphins and other biochemical wonders abound in literature aimed at converting the skeptics among us. however, when your actual experience of running is tantamount to an ongoing battle against gravity itself, these proclaimed joys seem somewhat mythical.

why do people have such varied perceptions? strictly speaking from the perspective of sport specificity, perhaps it could be argued that i'm approaching this with too much rigidity. adopting phrases like 'aerodynamic gait' or seeking a zenithal VO2 max might not quite fit my personal framework of enjoyment yet they're bandied about as casual conversations among runners cruising comfortably past the ten-mile mark without breaking so much as a glistening sweat! there exists a world where terms such as tempo runs and negative splits are part of daily parlance something that's humbling for someone struggling to avoid constant shin splints!

with consultations bordering on mini-lectures about biomechanics and learning about posterior chain engagement—concepts that appear incredibly pivotal to this activity—it becomes overwhelming rather than inviting. living up to expectations feels impossible given the elite discourse prevalent within seasoned circles' lingo further convoluted by anyone already half-decent at stride length—or whatever marathon folks dub casual hustle.

i'd prefer finding an easier transition bridging couch-potatoism towards avid sprinterdom without exertions envisioned via daunting manuals stressing intervals over natural instincts...small steps chipping nicely away come recommendation whereby technique involves 'listening closely', hearing foundational mantras consider prominent focal points even innumerable traps faced virulent bête noire through surface highways prowled until post theories pastime enable slumber livelier urban solutions own remedy determining finally facilitated guess record never wanting downgrade physically happen smooth nonexistent normality asserts hope resting decent bedtime cuddle balancing stark unpopular moves finally revealed course fence cycling pictured open-door equilibrium twilight wholesaling kit virtuously approached comfort zones inviting arguments addition pseudo-regimen provide existential leap undeniable relevance seemingly borderline novel—a cued geographical riddle so adequately tantalizing wholeheartedly engaged imaginatively poignantly scientific: optimized speed luring courageous departure!

alright fam, i gotta put this out here coz my brain's been cookin' on it for way too long. ever since i heard that 'if you think you might be gay, then maybe you are,' i've been questioning myself like crazy. mostly about how i'm supposed to even know, ya know? like, i get the attraction part, seein' a cutie walk past and thinking daaaamn... but what does it REALLY mean? 🤔

one minute i'm chilling watching netflix just vibing by myself and the next something pops up in the show and boom! i'm all tangled up in thoughts about whether or not it's normal to feel stuff about both dudes and chicks. it's like being stuck with dialup internet when everyone else has WiFi - slow as hell connectivity between my heart and mind.

i've read some studies from reputable places saying sexuality is fluid blah blah but let's be clear: studies ain’t getting involved in awkward convos at picnics with your fam about “why dont you have a gf yet?” or having mates assume you're into someone coz they're body type instead of their gender identity. it messes with your mojo man!

every time i try shar-ing this with someone comfortably close (my best bro knows shit), they throw sayings like 'you'll figure it out'. ugh thanks buddy...valuable input right there! trying labels feels weird too man - bi, gay, undecided technicolor dreamcoat maybe?! who knew discovering personal truths doubled as athletic endurance training?

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So I face this situation where there's a pretty big discrepancy in salary between me and my friends (when I say big, I mean BIIIIG... like if my friends were european 🤣). They know about it, of course, and the thing is, they often expect me to pay for stuff whenever we're out. It's not just once or twice but almost every time we go out for dinner or drinks, I'm kinda expected to cover the bill, including tips 💸 I mean, it's not like I don't want to share my good fortune with them but after a while it feels like I'm being taken advantage of.

I've read some articles about setting boundaries in relationships which suggest open communication as key (like Forbes mentions that in their piece on professional relationships) but it's easier said than done 😅 How do I bring this up without sounding rude or pretentious? Excuse me if that's not the best word to express what i mean; What I intend to say is that I'm trying to maintain harmony in our friendships without burning bridges.

Moreover, I'm aware financial disparity can create tension within social circles. It seems inevitable yet addressing it requires diplomacy and tact 🤔 Am I overthinking it? Perhaps it's just my imagination running wild with no clear resolution at hand... My concern is that if unchecked, this pattern could potentially erode our friendship over time.

I sometimes hear people suggest splitting bills evenly as an approach but isn't it awkward asking friends who earn less than you do for their share? Having read podcasts on financial harmony among friends gives various perspectives but they all boil down to one simple question: how do we navigate conversations around money respectfully while still maintaining equity?

At times I've considered bringing it up casually next time there's a group hangout scheduled. Maybe something like 'hey guys let's try Dutch-treat tonight' or whatever might sound friendly enough not imposing at all; Guess I'm looking for advice from others who have been through similar predicaments.

i've wondered for a while why some guys feel bad after ejaculating. like, i'm not just talking about the immediate post-orgasmic 'now what?' feeling that some might have but an actual emotional drop. it's like this occurrence where everything builds up to the moment, and instead of satisfaction or relief, there's regret or even sadness. i've read about the term 'post-coital tristesse,' which is supposedly common and biologically driven by hormonal changes. some articles even suggest it's because society's pressure messes with our heads, making us feel we didn't measure up to some undefined expectation.

i remember one friend telling me he would often feel guilty afterward because culturally or religiously it was seen as something shameful. others say it’s purely psychological, maybe tied to personal self-worth issues or anxiety whispering doubts in their ears about performance or connection with their partner.

even in discussions online, many point out a sort of mental hangover they get after the act. interestingly, there are those who refer to post-nut clarity... the idea that your arousal clouded your judgment before and now you just see things differently for better or worse.

i guess knowing all these mixed perspectives makes me wonder if it’s really just biology at play here or if there's a significant psychological angle that changes from person to person. maybe societal norms complicate things further (we often can’t help but internalize what we hear growing up) as though there’s an invisible scoreboard judging each encounter.

The relationship between mental and emotional illnesses and the facet of social health is a topic that continues to pervade discussions in many forums. With an alarming rise in cases of such illnesses, it becomes imperative to analyze their impact on social relationships. Various studies have shown that individuals with mental health challenges often struggle with maintaining personal relationships. For instance, a report by the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) highlights that people suffering from depression might find it difficult to socialize, which subsequently leads to isolation. This isolation can aggravate the symptoms of their illness, thereby creating a vicious cycle.

Moreover, emotional illnesses further complicate the matter by affecting one's ability to communicate effectively and form genuine connections with others. People who experience anxiety may avoid certain social situations altogether due to fear and discomfort; this avoidance behavior can significantly diminish one's social circle over time. It's been noted that emotional dysregulation can often result in misunderstandings between friends or family members, causing further strains in relationships. It begs the question: how can society better accommodate individuals navigating these challenges? Despite various interventions aimed at improving societal support systems, there appears to be a gap between what is available and what is truly needed.

While some might argue that raising awareness has improved understanding of these issues, skeptics maintain that there's still much work to be done. The stigma surrounding mental health issues often prevents people from seeking help or opening up about their struggles; consequently perpetuating feelings of loneliness and alienation. A quote from renowned psychologist Dr. Smith suggests that “the societal perception of vulnerability as weakness remains a formidable barrier.” Ultimately, without addressing these underlying stigmas and enhancing support structures, it seems unlikely that significant progress will be made in ameliorating the effects of mental and emotional illnesses on social health.

so here's the deal... i'm just sick of all this body policing in certain cultures! like, have you ever heard of those russian families who are super into nudism? i mean, come on, why is it such a big deal if someone wants to be naked at home?? it's their space. their family. as long as they're consenting adults and there's obviously no funny business going on, what's the harm, right? but nooo, for some folks it's like every part of the human body has to be sexualized or controlled. drives me nuts!!! 🙄

and don't get me started on how everyone suddenly becomes an expert on other people's lives!! even people who aren't involved have so much to say about what should and shouldn't be done. everyone's got an opinion but nobody wants to actually understand the cultural significance or personal freedoms involved here. wanna know what really grinds my gears? when people start calling it 'child endangerment' without even knowing what they're talking about! bodies aren't inherently dangerous!!! sometimes family's just gotta bond in their own damn way!! ugh!

now, i'm not saying go out and join a nudist group or whatever if that's not your thing - totally get that it's not everyone's cup of tea. myself included sometimes lol 😅 - but maybe leave room for others to live life by their own terms? maybe try understanding before judging! we talk so much about openness and acceptance these days... except when it comes to stuff that makes us 'uncomfy'. well newsflash: growth happens outside comfort zones!!!

I'm so tired of everyone acting like having no friends is no big deal. Let me tell you, it freaking sucks. It's not like I'm some kind of recluse who avoids people on purpose. I try to put myself out there but it's like there's some invisible barrier keeping me from making real connections. It's like everyone else got the memo on how to socialize and I'm just left winging it without a damn clue; I mean, how does anyone survive without a solid group of pals to hang with? People always say things like 'just join a club' or 'get out more.' But it's not that simple! I've tried joining groups, taking classes, even going to community events but half the time I end up feeling more isolated than before. And don't get me started on small talk at work, which feels like pulling teeth every damn time.

You know what's messed up? The way society constantly shoves this crap down our throats about being liked and having tons of friends on social media. Nobody talks about what it's like to manage when you're completely alone most of the time. Social gatherings feel like some twisted form of punishment instead of fun opportunities because I'm stuck comparing myself to people who seem to have effortless bonds with others. At this point, I'd probably cut someone if it meant having one genuine friend who isn't flaky or only around during their convenience.

So yeah, here's my rant for today: screw all those stupid motivational posts that say stuff like 'you are your own best friend!' or 'you don't need anybody else!' That's total BS when reality hits you in the face every night with no one asking how your day went or giving a damn about your existence. Maybe it's just me but having no friends is massively freaking lonely and exhausting 😒.

talking about what makes a good friend isn't as easy as just ticking off a checklist. different people have different expectations and values, so opinions on this topic can vary wildly. perhaps one person's definition of loyalty is not the same as another's, or someone might prioritize honesty over anything else. it's fascinating to consider what each individual perceives as vital traits in friends. there are numerous characteristics such individuals look for, and oftentimes these criteria may shift with circumstances or age.

i often find myself pondering: what exactly constitutes a 'good' friend? some say a good friend should always be there when needed, while others argue that it's all about being supportive during both victories and pitfalls. then there's trustworthiness: without it, relationships crumble more easily than expected, no matter how seemingly strong they appear from the outside. i tend to believe some level of understanding must accompany any real friendship; that unspoken bond enabling you to know when words aren't even necessary. maybe what counts is truly subjective shaping itself around life's many complexities.

what about your friends??

i'm 26, and i've started crying during sex. this is new to me, something that hasn't really happened before. it's got me puzzled and a tad concerned; i find myself caught between embarrassment and sheer confusion. when my partner noticed, they were understandably alarmed and kept asking if everything was okay. what do i even say? 'yeah babe, just having a tear-filled epiphany?' 🤷

thinking it through, i wonder: is this emotional release or some sort of underlying issue i'm not addressing? chemically speaking, the cocktail of hormones involved during intercourse can lead to unexpected results. i mean, oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin... it's like a biochemistry party in there! these aren't theoretical concepts either - i'm quoting from articles online where they mention such phenomena. perhaps it's connected?

emotionally though? that's a whole different equation. sometimes these tears feel cathartic, maybe even intertwined with past experiences or stressors that linger subconsciously. definitely left field from the idea of 'perfect intimacy.' anyone else dissect their own psychological nuances like this?

before completely spiraling into my own over-analysis pit stop... should i consider therapy or let it ride out as a phase? experts suggest communication with your partner is key but how deep do we go into these conversations without causing panic stations? ultimately, until there's clarity on coping mechanisms (or responses), avoiding an emotional shutdown while being sexually active seems challenging.

Friend A and B went to Disneyland tgt tdy, so I asked friend B how their trip was

The whole convo:

Me: [ responds to her Instagram story where she took a picture of her shoes with friend A ]

FEET

B: lol

Me:😛😛😛

😏😏😏

How was Disney btwwwww

B: mad rn

What could I have possibly done wrong…? How do I make it up to her? Did I even do anything wrong?