fact or fiction

Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.

He Didn’t Speak to Me for Twenty Years. Then He Brushed a Leaf Off My Skirt.
I The production team's first lead on the Katayama family came from a plea for help submitted by their son: "I'm twenty-one years old. For as long as I can remember, my father has never spoken a single word in my mother's presence. I thought that was how families worked, until I stayed over at a friend's house and heard his dad call back, 'Coming.'"
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
A Light That Won’t Easily Go Out
We often hear a puzzled complaint: “Society is already full of deceit and survival of the fittest. Why, from such a young age, do we insist on feeding children ideals of truth, goodness, and beauty? Instead of letting them slam into a wall later and be forced to learn the hard way, wouldn’t it be better to teach them to see reality clearly from the start, to adapt to the real law of the jungle?”
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
Valuation Over $12M Before I Open a Dating App
James's desk sat against the window side of the open-plan office, looking out over the rolling rooftops of San Francisco's Financial District and the gray-blue evening sky. Three monitors crowded his desk, but only the center one was lit; the other two sat dark. Along the left monitor's edge, four sticky notes were lined up—two blue ones covered in technical notes, one pink with next week's investor meeting agenda, and a yellow one at the bottom, half-pinned under a coffee mug, revealing only a single blurry character that looked like "val." The mug was a company-branded giveaway, stamped with "SaaS Co." in faded lettering, with about a third of its contents still inside. James couldn't remember when he'd last drunk from it, or whether it had been hot or cold, but he remembered brewing a packet of instant coffee in it at 9:30 that morning. It was the only calorie he'd consumed all day.
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
The Art of the Encounter
Philosopher Martin Buber believed that "all real life is about encounters." Each encounter is not only a meeting with another person, but also a process of rediscovering a clearer version of yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Humans
The Three Foundations of Stable Wisdom
I focus on three things daily to stabilize my wisdom: protein, walking, and sleep. What I value most each day is not pursuing excitement, nor seeking bursts of inspiration, nor pushing myself to the point of exhaustion.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Humans
The Light Was Gone from My Eyes—Then a Coffee Shop Note Changed Everything
Alex set his coffee cup down on the desk and stared at the screen for a while. Three months. He had been at this company for three months. First one in, last one out. Receipts neatly taped to expense reports. Never said no when a colleague asked for a hand. Last month, when a small mistake surfaced in the project, he wrote a two-page mea culpa email and copied the whole team.
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
Your Most Dedicated Readers Are... Bots!
If you run a blog or publish articles online, you probably know that rush of dopamine when you see your traffic charts spike. You see 10.000, 12.000 visits a month. You finally think you've found your audience, cracked the algorithm, and made your efforts worthwhile. Then you dive into the analytics, and reality hits you like a cold shower: the average session duration is exactly two seconds. The traffic sourches? Strange places: Singapore, Uganda, "others". And you wonder: Wow! Why there, of all places?
By Halina Piekarska (UltraBeauty Blog)3 months ago in Humans
The Purple Sun on My Refrigerator
Mark Warren realized he had a problem on a Tuesday. Not gradually, not through some act of self-reflection—at four o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, he placed a seventeen-page analysis report on Helena Kreutzer’s desk and waited for her to produce the expression that said Great, the problem is solved. She didn’t. She read it for three minutes, closed the report, and, in the tone he dreaded most, said, “Mark, I need to talk to you.”
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
I Let My Basil Plant Die — And It Taught Me How to Finally Speak Up
Leah Thompson set the oat milk latte down gently on Mark’s desk. Mark didn’t even look up. He was on the phone, pitching a marketing proposal Leah had brought up in last week’s meeting; every word was hers, delivered in a tone so confident it sounded like a stroke of genius during his morning jog. Leah waited for him to hang up, ready to say, Hey, that was actually my idea. But when the moment came, what left her mouth was: “Need me to fill in the spreadsheet too?” Mark finally glanced up at her, smiled, and said, “You’re an angel, Leah.”
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
The General Who Killed the Envoy — And Won the War Without a Siege
Marcus Lucullus wiped his dagger clean and slid it back into the leather sheath at his belt. Outside the tent, his second-in-command Quintus had paced back and forth six times already. His boots beat an agitated rhythm into the frozen earth, each step saying the same thing: You've lost your mind.
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
My Son’s School Essay Wished I Would Go Away — and It Exposed the Truth About My Wife
My name is Jack Wilson. I run long-haul freight—two, three thousand kilometers a trip, the cab cluttered with energy drinks and rock CDs. Anyone in this line of work knows: put a man on the highway long enough, even the guardrails start looking good. And I had a blonde beauty waiting at home.
By Jin3 months ago in Humans
What Your Eye Color Actually Says About You
Every day, we look into mirrors and see a reflection staring back at us. We notice our features, our expressions, and the details that make us recognizable. Among those details, our eyes often capture the most attention. They are described as windows to the soul, symbols of emotion, and reflections of our experiences.
By Nolan Reed3 months ago in Humans