friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
how to say goodbye to someone you love but doesn't love you
How to Say Goodbye to Someone You Love But Doesn’t Love You Back Saying goodbye to someone you love can feel like one of the hardest emotional hurdles to overcome. But when that person doesn’t feel the same way about you, the pain becomes even more intense. It’s a heart-wrenching experience that leaves you questioning your worth, your decisions, and the future of your emotional wellbeing. I’ve been there myself, and I know how difficult it can be to let go when your heart doesn’t want to. But through this journey, I’ve learned some valuable lessons on how to heal, grow, and eventually move on.
By Michael B Norris (swagNextTuber)2 years ago in Humans
Why Seasons Make Us Tick: Unraveling the Mystery of Seasonal Mood Swings
Imagine waking up one morning to find the world outside your window transformed into a winter wonderland. The first snowfall of the season can be magical, but for many, it also marks the beginning of a subtle shift in mood. Why do seasons affect our mental and physical well-being so profoundly? From the joyous energy of spring to the cozy introspection of winter, the changing seasons influence our lives in ways both obvious and subtle. Let's dive into the science and personal stories behind this fascinating phenomenon.
By Alain SUPPINI2 years ago in Humans
IShowSpeed's China Tour
Darren Watkins Jr., better known online as IShowSpeed, set off on one of his most daring journeys to date in March 2025: a multi-week live-streaming tour throughout China. With streams that received millions of views, Speed—who is well-known for his exuberant antics, sincere nature, and international fan base—sought to establish a true connection with Chinese fans. His plans to stay in China for "maybe like a week or two" have not been formally confirmed, but his livestreams indicate that he spent at least 7 to 10 days traveling through different Chinese cities, taking in the chaos and culture along the way.
By Mushfiqur Rahman2 years ago in Humans
Why do people have sex?
Sex has become a more discussed topic around the world recently than at any other time. Sex is also called a basic human need. If a person's sex or sex is interrupted, it affects the person's creativity, fluency and even health. Sexual intercourse brings a feeling of happiness in married life The relationship is so sweet that the husband and wife can not leave each other In a word, healthy normal physical relations are the key to the happiness of married life People usually engage in sex for three reasons: to have children, to satisfy sexual appetite, and to maintain good relationships. But there are many other reasons behind sex. For example, overcoming depression, exercise, curiosity, or attraction and love for a partner, increasing social status, selfishness, etc. Another special reason is ancestral sexual culture. Which we have been carrying in our brains since ancient times. Physical needs are the biggest reason. Because secondary sexual characteristics develop in the body during adolescence. At this time, teenagers want to know many things. At this time, they are not only encouraged by the changes in their bodies, but also curious about the changes that are happening in the opposite sex. Which makes them interested in their future sex life and it continues to grow day by day.
By Md. Rasel Ahmed2 years ago in Humans
What Should You Do When You Love Someone Who Doesn’t Love You?
What Should You Do When You Love Someone Who Doesn’t Love You? It’s a feeling that cuts deep — loving someone who doesn’t love you back. Whether it’s a close friend, a crush, or even a long-term partner who has fallen out of love, the pain of unrequited love can be overwhelming. It may leave you feeling rejected, inadequate, or stuck in a loop of what-ifs. But while the heartache is real, healing is possible — and so is growth.
By Michael B Norris (swagNextTuber)2 years ago in Humans
My FWB Fell in Love With Me—From Casual to Complicated
When two individuals initiate a friendship with benefits, they typically intend it to be informal and devoid of any obligations. They just want to be with each other and be physically close without the complications of a romantic relationship. What do you do when the lines get fuzzy? If we look into our friend's eyes one day, what if we see more? Everything changes when your FWB loves you. There is a swirling of feelings that takes away the ease of simplicity. Let's discuss this emotional shift, the ensuing issues, and how to deal with them honestly, clearly, and compassionately.
By Relationship Guide2 years ago in Humans
Embracing Human Illnesses and Breaking Free from Perfectionism Part 2
Embracing Human Illnesses and Breaking Free from Perfectionism Introduction Many of us are instructed to strive for perfection from an early age. We’re praised for getting the highest grades, winning awards, or looking flawless. In a world that celebrates idealism and perfection, anything less can feel like failure. However, the cost of striving for perfection is frequently anxiety, self-doubt, exhaustion, and a separation from our true selves. Reclaiming your humanity is at the heart of this article, not just about the dangers of perfectionism. It’s about freeing yourself from the heavy burden of always needing to be perfect and stepping into the beautiful, messy, and real experience of being human. What perfectionism actually is, how it affects your life, and, most importantly, how to break free and accept your imperfection are all covered in this article. We'll walk through a comprehensive journey—from defining perfectionism and exploring its roots, to applying practical strategies and learning how to heal.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Humans
Breaking Free from Perfectionism: Embracing the Imperfections of Being Human
Breaking Free from Perfectionism: Embracing the Imperfections of Being Human Introduction From the earliest days of childhood, many of us are taught to strive for perfection. We get high marks, awards, and praise for our flawless appearance. In a world that celebrates idealism and perfection, anything less can feel like failure. But this pursuit of flawlessness often comes at a cost: anxiety, self-doubt, exhaustion, and a disconnect from our authentic selves.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Humans
My Cousin Thought Bitcoin Was a Fitness App
It all started with a single word: Crypto. I mentioned it casually during a family dinner. Just a passing comment about checking the Bitcoin market, and before I could finish, my cousin Zain’s ears perked up like a golden retriever hearing the word “walk.”
By Fahad Khan2 years ago in Humans
Understanding Depression: Breaking the Silence
Depression is one of those words we hear often, yet it’s still surrounded by so much misunderstanding. It’s not just “feeling down” or “having a rough day”—it’s a serious mental health condition that affects millions of people worldwide. And despite how common it is, many still struggle to talk about it openly, afraid of being judged or misunderstood.
By Yamine Chowdhury2 years ago in Humans
Silent Bonds: A Journey of Trust Between Human and Dog. AI-Generated.
The meadow outside Willow Creek shimmered under the late afternoon sun, its grasses swaying like a lazy orchestra. Elias, a lanky man pushing fifty with a face creased like an old map, trudged along the dirt path, his boots kicking up tiny clouds of dust. Beside him trotted Sable, a wiry mutt with a graying muzzle and eyes that sparkled with mischief despite her age. Her tail wagged like a metronome, occasionally smacking Elias’s leg, which made him mutter, “You’re gonna wear a hole in my jeans, you know.” Sable ignored him, as usual, her nose twitching at the scent of something only she could detect—a squirrel, maybe, or the ghost of last week’s picnic.Elias wasn’t much for talking these days. He’d been a mechanic once, the kind who could coax a tractor back to life with a wrench and a prayer. But a bad year—bankruptcy, a divorce, and a cranky knee—had left him quieter than a church mouse. He’d moved to the edge of town, to a cabin that creaked like his joints, figuring solitude suited him. That is, until Sable showed up.She’d appeared one rainy morning, sitting on his porch like she owned it, her fur plastered to her skinny frame. Elias had tried to shoo her away, grumbling about fleas and dog hair, but she’d just stared at him, one ear flopped comically over her eye, until he caved and tossed her a scrap of bacon. That was two years ago. Now, Sable was his shadow, his nuisance, and—though he’d never admit it—his best friend.Today, as they walked, Elias carried a small canvas bag slung over his shoulder. Inside was a thermos of coffee, a sandwich, and, because Sable had given him the look that morning, a bone wrapped in foil. “You’re spoiled rotten,” he told her, glancing down. Sable’s response was to dart after a butterfly, tripping over her own paws and landing in a heap. Elias snorted, trying not to laugh. “Graceful as a drunk mule.”The path led to their usual spot: a gnarled oak tree Elias called Old Man, for no reason other than it felt right. He spread a blanket under its shade, and Sable flopped down with a dramatic sigh, as if the half-mile walk had been a marathon. Elias sat beside her, pouring coffee into the thermos lid. The meadow stretched wide, dotted with wildflowers, and the air hummed with the soft buzz of bees. Willow Creek’s rooftops peeked over the hill, but Elias preferred it out here, where the world didn’t ask him to explain himself.Sable, however, had other plans. She’d spotted a stick—a magnificent specimen, clearly the king of all sticks—and began nudging it toward Elias with her nose. “I’m not throwing that,” he said, taking a sip of coffee. Sable tilted her head, her expression pure betrayal. She nudged the stick closer, letting out a low, pitiful whine that could’ve won an Oscar. Elias groaned. “Fine, you menace.” He tossed the stick a whopping three feet. Sable bounded after it, tail wagging so hard she nearly toppled over, and returned with a look that said, Is that all you’ve got?This went on for a while—Elias throwing, Sable retrieving, and both pretending it wasn’t the highlight of their day. Eventually, Sable tired herself out and sprawled across the blanket, her head on Elias’s knee. He scratched behind her ears, her fur warm under his fingers. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but his voice was soft, the kind of soft reserved for moments no one else sees.Elias leaned back against Old Man, his eyes tracing the clouds. He thought about the town, the garage he’d lost, the wife who’d packed her bags one quiet morning. He didn’t dwell on it—not anymore—but the weight lingered, like a bruise that only hurts when pressed. Sable had a knack for pulling him out of those thoughts. Like the time she’d stolen a neighbor’s garden gnome and left it on his porch, looking prouder than a peacock. He’d had to sneak it back at midnight, cursing her the whole way, but he’d laughed for the first time in months.Now, as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in pinks and golds, Elias unwrapped the bone from his bag. Sable’s eyes snapped open, her tail thumping the blanket. “You’d think I never feed you,” he said, handing it over. She seized it with the enthusiasm of a pirate claiming treasure, then settled down to gnaw, making little grunts of contentment. Elias ate his sandwich, the silence between them comfortable, like an old sweater.He pulled a small notebook from his pocket, something he’d started carrying last month. Inside were sketches—nothing fancy, just doodles of the meadow, the tree, Sable mid-stick-chase. He’d always been handy with a pencil but hadn’t drawn since he was a kid. Sable was the reason he’d started again. One rainy day, she’d sat by the window, staring at the storm with such solemnity that he’d grabbed a scrap of paper and sketched her. It wasn’t half bad, so he kept going. Now, he flipped to a blank page and began outlining her profile, capturing the way her ear flopped just so.Sable glanced up, bone forgotten, and tilted her head as if posing. “Don’t get cocky,” Elias said, but he smiled—a real smile, the kind that felt like stretching a muscle he’d forgotten he had. He worked until the light faded, the page filling with her likeness. When he finished, he held it up. Sable sneezed, which he took as approval.The walk home was slow, the sky now speckled with stars. Sable trotted close, occasionally bumping his leg, as if to say, I’m still here. Elias’s knee ached, but he didn’t mind. At the cabin, he lit a lamp, and Sable curled up on her bed—a pile of blankets she’d claimed as her throne. Elias sat at the table, flipping through his notebook. He paused at a sketch of Sable asleep, her paws twitching in some dream-chase. His chest tightened, not with sadness but with something warmer, something he hadn’t named until now: gratitude.He looked at her, snoring softly, one ear flopped over her eye. “You’re trouble,” he whispered, “but you’re my trouble.” Sable’s tail twitched, as if she’d heard him in her sleep.Tomorrow, they’d walk again—same path, same tree, same ridiculous stick game. And Elias, with Sable at his side, would keep sketching, keep smiling, keep finding his way back to himself, one quiet, goofy moment at a time.
By Umair Ali Shah 2 years ago in Humans
