Bad habits
I am as chalant as it gets
Oh, act like you don't care! Don't show emotions or else you will be deemed uncool, don't smile too loud, be silent about your victories, don't be so passionate about the things you love, don't text first, don't reach out first, play hard to get- oh, and the list goes on. The new trend of being the mysterious black cat is the propaganda I am not falling for, don't get me wrong, it is not something I am against or hold my grudge against. I truly believe if you are authentically like that, there is nothing wrong with being that way, but for all the ones who actually are yappers and the ones who fill the room with love and light, this trend just invalidates their existence.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
I Tried to Save My Marriage, But It Was Destroying Me. Content Warning.
My name is Ayesha. I was just a high school junior — in class eleven — when I was married off in 2023 through a family arrangement. My father's financial situation was far from stable. We were four siblings, and my elder sister and brother were already married. My brother’s wife didn’t like me much, mainly because I was still studying and my education expenses were considered a burden. So, to lessen the financial load, my family married me off at a young age. My husband’s family was financially well-off, and in the beginning, things seemed okay. I was treated with love and care by my husband and in-laws. A year into the marriage, I gave birth to a baby boy. That’s when everything started to change. Suddenly, I wasn’t allowed to go out with my husband. Even something as small as asking for a chocolate would lead to rejection or humiliation. I was forbidden to visit my parents or talk freely with relatives. I wasn't even allowed to speak with my cousins, especially male cousins some of whom were younger than me. If I did, I would be scolded, abused, or even beaten. When my grandmother died, they didn’t want me to go. I had to fight to attend the funeral. The same happened when my maternal grandmother passed away. I was heartbroken, but they cared little. My husband became controlling and abusive physically and emotionally. He demanded complete obedience. If I delayed even slightly when he asked me to sit or stand, he would beat me. Even if the baby had a fever or vomited, I would be blamed, abused, and hurt.
By Mariam Akterabout a year ago in Confessions
Why India and Pakistan Went to War in 2025
The year 2025 will be remembered as one of the darkest in South Asian history. For decades, India and Pakistan have shared a tense relationship—marked by wars, peace talks, border skirmishes, and diplomatic conflicts. But in 2025, that fragile peace finally broke down, leading to a full-scale war. This blog explains the main reasons behind the conflict, what led to the outbreak of war, and what it means for both countries and the world.
By aadam khanabout a year ago in Confessions
Setting Healthy Boundaries During Your Ho Phase
Three months into her ho phase, Jessica found herself crying in her car after a date that had gone completely sideways. The guy she'd been seeing casually for a few weeks had shown up at her workplace unannounced, demanding to know why she hadn't responded to his texts from the night before. "I thought I was being clear about what this was," she told me later. "But I realized I had never actually communicated my boundaries – I just hoped he'd understand them."
By LaMarion Zieglerabout a year ago in Confessions
"Why I Think Most Friendships Are Fake After 25"
Why I Think Most Friendships Are Fake After 25 by The moment I realized most of my friendships were performative came during my 29th birthday dinner. Eight people RSVP’d “yes,” five confirmed the day before, two said they were “on the way,” and in the end, only one actually showed up—thirty minutes late, without an apology, and with half a cupcake in a takeout bag as a gift. I wasn’t mad. I was embarrassed. Because in that moment, over soggy fries and forced smiles, I had to face a truth I had been avoiding: I didn’t really have friends. I had people I used to be close to, people I kept on my contact list out of nostalgia, and people who were only around when it was convenient. --- When you're in your teens and early twenties, friendships come easy. Proximity plays a huge role. You're in school, at university, working in retail or restaurants, constantly surrounded by peers. You bond over late-night assignments, bad bosses, heartbreaks, and hangovers. There’s a sense of collective chaos—everyone is figuring it out, and friendships are forged in the trenches of early adulthood. But something shifts around 25. People start to “settle”—into careers, relationships, cities, routines. Schedules become harder to coordinate. Texts become less frequent. Some friends start building families, others get consumed by work or move far away. And then there’s the darker truth: some people simply outgrow you, or vice versa. I used to blame logistics. “We’re all just busy,” I’d say, giving people the benefit of the doubt when plans got canceled or birthdays were forgotten. But over time, I noticed a pattern. I was always the one initiating. I was the one sending “let’s catch up!” texts, organizing group chats, remembering milestones. And slowly, I began to wonder—was this friendship, or was I just the one holding onto the illusion of it? The thing about post-25 friendships is that many of them become transactional, whether we like to admit it or not. People keep you around because you’re useful, entertaining, or make them feel better about themselves. Some friendships revolve entirely around gossip, mutual complaining, or shared enemies—not genuine care. I had a friend, let’s call her Sara, who I’d known since college. We went through so much together—breakups, job searches, family drama. But as we entered our late twenties, I realized that every time we talked, it was about her problems. She never asked about mine. If I brought up something difficult, she’d nod and redirect the conversation. Eventually, I stopped sharing. Our friendship became lopsided. She didn’t notice. I started replying slower. She never followed up. And just like that, the silence between us grew until it turned into distance. And here’s the thing no one tells you: letting go of a friendship hurts more than most breakups. Because friendships aren’t supposed to end. There’s no closure talk, no “what are we” discussion, no obvious betrayal. Sometimes, they just fade. Sometimes, they reveal themselves to have been hollow all along. I’ve also noticed how easy it is to confuse social media engagement with real connection. Someone likes your post, reacts to your story, sends you a laughing emoji—and you think, we’re still cool. But when was the last time you had a real conversation with them? When did they last check in on you—not just respond to something you posted? Now that I’m in my thirties, my standards for friendship have changed. I no longer chase people who make me feel like an afterthought. I don’t keep relationships on life support just because of shared history. If I have to convince someone to be in my life, I let them go. What I’ve learned is this: after 25, real friendships don’t just survive—they show up. They text back. They remember the things you said in passing. They’re there when you succeed and when you fall apart. They don’t just comment “proud of you” on your new job post—they ask how you’re really doing, behind the scenes. I’m not bitter. I’m grateful. Losing fake friendships made space for real ones. Some of my most meaningful connections now are with people I met later in life—people who didn’t know me in college or high school, but see me clearly now. And I see them, too. So, if you’re reading this and feeling that ache—that quiet realization that your friend circle has grown thinner, that your “ride or dies” don’t really ride anymore—you’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re just growing. And the beautiful, painful truth is: growth doesn’t always come with company.
By Abid khanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown: In-depth Review.
Let me start with a confession: I used to be a recovering perfectionist. Yes, recovering – because perfectionism isn't something you conquer overnight. It's a sneaky little beast that creeps back into your life when you least expect it, whispering lies about how you're not good enough, smart enough, or worthy enough just as you are.
By Soibifaaabout a year ago in Confessions
7 Clear Signs You're Ready to Enter Your Ho Phase
"Am I ready for this?" That's the question Sarah asked me last month, sitting across from me with tears in her eyes after ending a three-year relationship that had slowly drained her sense of self. She wasn't asking about another relationship or even about being single. She was asking about something much more profound: whether she was ready to prioritize herself completely for the first time in her adult life.
By LaMarion Zieglerabout a year ago in Confessions
