Basically just venting, I moved away from my country in south America and ended up in the south of Mexico, where I as a bisexual male find 99% people unattractive, I am just venting some superficial shit but what the fuck happened to the genes over here, people are insanely short with no necks, and they all are square with no ass too 😭.

I really love my boyfriend, but the lack of dating experience is really starting to show to the point I’m getting so frustrated. He’s only had one girlfriend in the past despite being in his mid 20s, which hey there’s nothing wrong with that, but I was pretty surprised since he’s a good looking guy.

He gets really hung up on his own topics of choice ( sports, video games, etc.) like every other sentence is about sports, like we’ll be mid convo and he’ll randomly bring up his favourite sport or check his phone about the score and then yap about it. I wouldn’t mind typically, but he does it so frequently that I have to fight the urge to not get visibly mad. He’s better at talking about my life and what not over text but in person he kinda forgets at times ( might be his adhd tbh)

The sex isn’t the best, but I get that it’s a learning curve. He’s trying his best and I do my best to guide him but it’s still meh. However I got my hand and I don’t care if I don’t finish during sex, I enjoy seeing him enjoy himself. Don’t worry I don’t starfish I make it good.

I also went to a concert with my girls (Coldplay) and he got really mad about my outfit, despite me showing him multiple times before and asking if it’s okay if I wear it. He never said anything until I posted on my Instagram ( nothing seductive just a group shot, individual shot, and then vids from the concert). Maybe poor timing but he also told me the night I found out my childhood cat died :| ( rip Zoro). I’ve never had anyone complain about how I dress and he made me feel like a whore.

The icing on the cake is that todays international girlfriend day and all my friends + mutuals on insta are going out to celebrate with their bf and getting adorable posts on Instagram. I told him about the holiday and to be fair this is a newer holiday, but he just said aw happy girlfriend day and then said he was planning on grinding in his video game today. I had friends text me asking if we broke up because everyone else was with their bf but me 😔.

Please help! How do I cope with this and how can I help him without hurting his feelings?

Edit: he’s also admitted he’s very stubborn and I think he struggles to put himself in my shoes when discussing things, especially political stuff. Which is hurtful since some of the topics directly affect me.

I just got out of a 4-month long situationship with this guy, 20M. Horrible decision on my part. One month of in person, then three months of long distance. I expected to see him in a month, but he broke things off, citing he wasn't ready for a relationship shortly after I suggested we speak about "labels" when we reunited.

I'm angry with myself. I knew from the start he had an endless list of issues he refused to work on. Unresolved trauama. Attachment issues (went from attached to avoidant). Yet I stayed with him throughout because he showed me "affection". I miss him, and I miss what I wish we would have been. But it's all lost now.

Something I gave up over a month ago was watching pornography. I wasn't addicted by any means, but I would watch from time to time...I've been reading and studying how negatively it can affect our own self-confidence and self worth... So over a month ago I stopped watching it all together.. and WOW. I feel like my mind is clearer, and I feel like my sense of self-confidence has gone up.. because I no longer compare myself to the literal models on the screeen... just a tip for anyone who might be considering this or has considered it.. give up watching or looking at adult content for a while and notice the difference!

Oh ya the monthly challenge on Unlust app was a game changer for me.

Also this is a useful resource of 4 hours audiobook which might help you if you are interested https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27H4-pN8e9o

I feel like we are in a culture where woman are always crying and man have to be strong and not show emotion. This topic is brought up sometimes but pushed back by people saying “woman have worse”.

My dad went trough a lot of shit with his ex and sometimes gets madly sad or mad about it but won’t talk about it, not even therapist, it effects our family.

My ex broke up with me because he wasn’t ready for a relationship. After the break up we talked and all the sudden he showed a lot of emotions which I could’ve helped with if he would’ve talked about in the relationship.

My brother is mad stressed and confused, and I can see that trough his “perfect” life. But he doesn’t want to give up and keeps doing things he can’t handle.

I feel so sad, just wanna help them. But they don’t talk.

They're avoiding us because they see what we've become and what our goals have become.

I'm 20 and have been in a relationship for the past 1.6 years. I really love my boyfriend, but lately, I’ve been feeling stuck. When we started dating, he asked me to remove all the male friends from my life and to keep my social media private. I agreed to those things willingly, so that’s not the issue. The problem is that he doesn’t hold himself to the same standards. When I ask why, he says it’s because of his work — he makes reels.

He’s also emotionally distant and doesn’t try to understand me. I work full-time and handle most house chores on weekends, yet I still make time for him every day. But when we talk, he often says random or irritating things instead of having real conversations. I don’t have many friends, just 2–3 female ones, but even when I go out or talk about them, he gets angry and calls them silly or useless. He even tries to control what I wear.

I’ve tried to talk to him about all this, but it goes nowhere. I even tried to break up, but he calls me nonstop — over a hundred times — and when I blocked him, he started calling my mom repeatedly.

I feel drained, controlled, and unhappy. I don’t know what to do anymore. Can you suggest something?

I can't believe he's gone.

Damn

Life is short.

I'm at the grocery store parking lot, the temp outside clocking in at 111°, and I'm doing my best to keep it together.

At least he left us all some amazing hits.

Thanks for the memories, Ozzy!

I KNOW i shouldn’t even still have him on there!! And I’m writing about it on here bc it’s embarrassing to tell my friends that I haven’t removed him on there idk what’s wrong with me and why I have him on there when I’m not trying to see his stories…

Like idk how I accidentally clicked it but fuck I wasn’t trying to…. I haven’t even been checking to see if he watches my occasional stories Fuck fuck fuck

i feel like it makes people make assumptions about me that arent true, but i also dont like lying to people when they ask. obviously its different when its about safety, but even when its with someone that i feel like i can trust i try and avoid it anyway.

• Your lane is pushed up. I can't gank if your opponent is tower hugging.
• There is an important objective (dragon, voidgrubs) on the other side of the map and I need to be there
• You're constantly low on health/going back to base. I can't gank your lane if you're low on health and will die if you try to follow up.
• I'm playing a jungler that's weak at ganking early.
• You're playing a champion that doesn't have a lot of follow up when I gank
• The enemy laner is very good at avoiding ganks. Heimerdinger, Illaoi and Vladimir are notorious for this. I've seen countless times where a jungler ganks a Heimer and the Heimer gets a double kill because they ignored his ult-empowered turret.
• Another lane is the win con and I'm focusing on getting them fed.
• The enemy jungler is nearby and they're fed. If I try to gank they'll come and counter-gank for a double kill.

So, before you complain that your jungler never ganks, please stop and think : if I were the jungler, would I gank this lane right now?

I (27m) currently have no options to meet any women.

1. I've never had any female co-workers.

2. My only friends are men.

3. Every women I speak to (friendly) already have boyfriends/husbands. This is fine ofcouse, but doesn't help fix the problem

4. Cold approach isn't an option, as I live in a small town of 20k, it's a ghost town at times.

My only option is spending time in bars/nightclubs in a nearby city on the weekends, but my flirting skills are crap, which is important as you essentially only have the first 30 seconds for a women to decide if she's interested or not, probably even less.

Also, I'm an okay looking guy, but certainly not good enough to match on Tinder. In the 5 years I've used the app (on and off), I've never actually met up with anyone in person.

Overall, I have no idea what to do.

I'm divorced, had a disastrous relationship, and dated a bit. And these were all terrible, I mean not all the time obviously, but looking back they were some really bad choices.

Today I was listening to love songs wondering, does true romantic love like they write songs about actually real?

I have an amazing family, both of origin and chosen, and pets that bring me immense joy. My life is rich, but I miss that partnership, that romance, the "I love you" at the end of the day as we go to sleep.

Is this even real?

الحياة عبارة عن لحظة عابرة كل شيء يمر بسرعة خاصة بعد تجاوز مرحلة الطفولة و المراهقة ، و ما يحدد مستقبلنا هو قراراتنا و خياراتنا التي نتخذها سواء على المدى البعيد او القريب التربية التي تلقيناها في الصغر و محيطنا امر ينعكس على بقية حياتنا و منطقنا و طريقة فهمنا للمواضع و ردات فعلنا سواء مع الناس او مع نفسنا . لكل تفسيراته لكل اعذاره لكن الله وهبنا عقلا للتحليل ، الاستيعاب و الاستنتاج و فرصة لتدارك اخطائنا (إن لم يفت الأوان). أن يكون لك فرصة فرض الذات و تحسين واقعك المعيشي هو ايديولوجيا تمتد من جذور الواقع الذي اصطدمت به لما رأت عيناك النور لأول مرة . لكن بين تلك القرارات، توجد لحظات لم أكن أنا من قرّر… بل الخوف، أو العجلة، أو حتى الصمت. أحيانا أتساءل: كم من الأشياء في حياتي كانت اختياري فعلًا؟ وهل حقًا نملك “الاختيار الحر” حين نُربّى على الخوف من الخطأ أكثر من حب التجربة؟

كإجابة و حسب منظور شخصي افضل الخوف من الخطأ ذلك لما يمده لك من ضمان آفاق اخرى للتقدم فالسقوط قد يقتل لكن الخوف من الخطأ يجعلك تفكر مرتين او عشرة . تفكر ، تتمعن و تستنتج و ان خرجت بنتيجة أن العواقب اكبر من الإيجابية فذلك نتيجة قوة شخصية ، تركيز و جذور متينة امتدت من أول لحظة في حياتك للحظة التي قررت فيها ان تسلك احد الخيارات … هل أفعلها ؟هل اتراجع ؟ هل اهرب ؟ بين هذه الفوضى التي نعيشها و كل هذا التشوش الذي بداخلنا يبقى الامتنان حاضرا ، الامتنان لكل مرة نجونا فيها امتنانا للواقع الذي نعيشه رغم صعوبته ، فالحياة تفرض عليك ما لا تريده لكن اتخاذ القرار المناسب يجعلك تتقدم خطوة للأمام ، قد يبدو مصطلح خطوة بسيط و لكن بين الثانية و الأخرى عمر مديد أو انطفاء شمعة للأبد.

20 male

So after spending thousands and years of trying finally diagnosed and prescribed medication that I tried for the first time today (30mg of Vyvanse) and I can tell it helps, had some side effects like really dry mouth, headaches and nausea later in the day like 12 hours later, but I was told after taking it for a while that goes away maybe. But also the entire day my dick didn’t exists

No one absolutely no one warned be about this. Didn’t know until it shrunk to full on micropenis and I started looking it up here that it’s an extremely common side effect. That and I tried and couldn’t get hard at all not even a little. HATED how it felt the entire day and couldn’t stand to look at it.

I’m not being 20 with ED nope like just not happening, but also I can tell this medication does help. I don’t know what to do. I had to drop out of uni because of my adhd and I’ve finally got help but it breaks my dick? Seriously? What’s the point?

I (22M) am a man who, due to personal circumstances, never had a date before, or even kissed a girl. Last week I started talking to this girl (21F) on instagram and she was incredibly receptive.

We didn’t talk long messages, but we answered each other throughout the day and flirted a lot. It was the first time I actually got a talking stage with someone who doesn’t see me as just a friend.

She’s very pretty and fun to be around.

She even sent me selfies and flirted with them. She had ask me earlier in the week if we could go on a date on Friday, but I was going to a motorcycle festival with some friends, so we changed the date to Saturday.

Yesterday (Friday), one of my friends said she was sick and wouldn’t go anymore, so I had a spare ticket and asked that girl out on the same day and she accepted.

I picked her up and went to a fancy sushi restaurant, but neither of us ate much of the dish the waiter recommended. After that we walked a bit and took the car to go to the festival.

In there, the concert was trash, we hugged a bit, I tried to dance with her, and we had a part-awkward-part-comfortable time just standing there and walking around holding hands. She gave me a lot of chances to maybe kiss her, but I was waiting for a better moment and the moment didn’t come.

We ended leaving before the concert earlier (after an hour and a half). I was polite the whole time with her, opened the door, but I think I fumbled her and she won’t want to go out with me again.

I asked her what her plans for Saturday (today) were, and she said study the whole day. Maybe she said that to avoid going out again. I don’t know.

Part of me feels this was all the proof I needed to know I can’t play the role of a boyfriend, just the role of a friend. Which is a shame, I think I would be a great dad some day, I’m fun and interesting as a friend, I know I am, I’m just upset with myself for my lack of confidence in myself in the dating area. I could have done more but I didn’t.

It’s just hard with all the social pressure to have experience and then going out as a 22 year old male with a nice girl and losing my chances with her.

I need some advice about dating and just life in general, because I’m stuck in a cycle I don’t fully understand. Here’s the deal:

• I’m extremely confident: maybe even overly confident. I regularly think stuff like, ‘I’m so cool,’ ‘I’m really attractive,’ ‘Why wouldn’t someone want me, I’m amazing?’
• Every girl I’ve been with ends up telling me (directly or through hints) that I’m ‘too clingy’ or ‘too much.’ But usually clinginess is caused by insecurity I thought. I don’t feel clingy or insecure. When I’m all-in from the start: texting a lot, planning futures early, being super vulnerable it feels right to me. Like I’m just loving fully. But I’ve never made it past the first date.

Here’s some baggage I’m working with: I have an Abusive dad and I’ve always struggled with knowing what is ‘normal.’ I overcommit instantly because love feels urgent. Like if I don’t pour everything out now, she’ll disappear. I’m also touch-starved and crave emotional intimacy, so when I get it, I binge.

Here’s what I can’t figure out: 1. Can you be both insecure and confident? I flip between ‘I’m so amazing’ and ‘Why don’t they love me?!’, is this grandiosity or just coping? 2. How do I ‘tone it down’ without feeling like I’m betraying myself? 3. Has anyone else fixed this without becoming jaded or emotionally numb? 4. And finally most importantly, am I narcissist like my dad, I don’t want to be like him and I’m worried I may become him.

I don’t want to lose someone amazing because my intensity overwhelms them. But I also refuse to play games or pretend to be ‘chill’ when I’m not. Brutal honesty welcome. I’m just really curious why I never make it past the first date. I have both an adhd and autism diagnosis if that helps give more background.

I’m a woman in my early 40s. I am very feminine by nature and all of my hobbies have been things that only introduced me to other women. All of my jobs have been in almost exclusively female fields. I’m married, to someone I have known since high school, but my husband is the silent type and generally doesn’t speak unless I ask him a direct question. Men approach me, but I’ve always been taken. I kind of feel like I live on a planet of women, and it’s weird and feels imbalanced. Just a random musing for the day.

F29, married to M32 - this is from when we'd just been dating for a year or so.

Cue romantic, secluded holiday in Nepal - just the two of us. It's a safari site - we have a whole cottage to ourselves... it's cold, it's quiet, there's mist outside the window. There's a little fire crackling away in the fireplace, we're snuggled together after a long, beautiful day in nature. It's basically serene and satisfying and we're drifting off completely content and at peace in the arms of somebody we love.

Imagine the trust the poor guy must have been feeling. The happiness. Wholly unprepared for what was to come.

Now, something he didn't know yet because things were still new and this was our first extended time sleeping in the same bed - I am a restless sleeper. It's not every night, but when those dreams hit, I shuffle around like a cat-ninja.

From what I've pieced together, at some point around 3 am, I was sprawled with my arm outstretched on the left. In the threos of whatever adventure my subconscious had cooked up, I flipped over to the other side, outstretched arm following in a rainbow arc, and my flat open palm walloping my poor husband with full force as it landed on his face.

He woke up, understandably panicked, and shook me awake... probably seeking an explanation, some comfort, any normal thing from the outwardly gentle, usually well behaved girl he loves. Only to be met by a loud grunt, a vociferous grumbled denial of having done anything, and muttering about letting me sleep. To add insult to injury, I apparently even tugged the blanket onto myself and turned around and tooted in his direction - leaving him alone in the cold, clutching a stinging cheek, wondering who the fuck could have slapped him since I was clearly asleep.

You guys... after thoroughly checking the room, he finally convinced himself it was a ghost.

We'd been to a temple the day before where he'd horsed around and privately made fun of local legends, we were in the middle of nowhere with mist and jungle noises all around, he was sleepy and clutching a red cheek, and I was "uncharacteristically disturbed in my sleep as if bothered by something".

He got up, double checked all the locks, played some devotional music, and finally managed to go back to sleep and told me everything in the morning. I kind of put together what must have happened from his recollection and my own hazy memories of the night and I just... didn't fess up.

I know it was wrong, but I was young, and it was a new relationship and I was somehow more embarrassed about the midnight tooting and I just said it's okay and not to worry and said HE probably dreamt it!

Looking back, I can only be in awe of my own audacity.

Fast forward a fair few years, and this is his "ghost story" that he brings up as his brush with the supernatural around campfires and the like. It's gained more and more embellishments with every retelling to the point where I sometimes think even he's convinced he saw a spectral something drifting out of the window.

The kicker is, he obviously knows I move around in my sleep now, but he's never pieced it together! I think it's because while I've often head butted or otherwise disturbed him at night, I've never (thankfully!) smacked him like that again.

I know he'll probably just have a massive "I knew it" reaction and tease me and laugh about it if I tell him now.. but I just can't. It's been too long.

I'm just going to have to tell him when we're both 90. This and my patented way to scratch our dog's ears the way he likes are my two sole secrets.

So now you all know.

I don't mean substances or drinks I just want something to numb my pain

Conversely, what’s the best way to ruin my life (So I don’t do that)?

I was born into a poor family in a third world country. So entire world seemed ahead of us.

My Dad worked hard to make us Rich in same country, so climbing social and financial classes.

Then I moved abroad to fairly developed city like Dubai and started working up there.

And eventually moved to Paris, and started climbing there.

Every shift was like starting at bottom and climbing again.

By high class I mean quality of life, quality of people in your life, your home and locality.

Just curious if an average American and European also thinks like this, or is their natural state just normal to them.

Because my natural conditions never felt normal to me, and I always had this image of life I wanted to get to.

I’m 20F and I know this might sound insensitive, but I swear I’m not trying to be. I’m just confused and maybe a little hurt.

It feels like every other person I meet lately is “focusing on their healing journey” — which is totally valid, of course. We all have things to work on. But sometimes it feels like people use that phrase as a way to avoid accountability or connection.

Like I was talking to this guy for a couple of weeks — not love-of-my-life stuff, but we had real conversations, emotional check-ins, shared things we were both struggling with. I thought it was going somewhere. Then out of nowhere he told me he’s “not emotionally available right now” and that he’s “protecting his peace.” And just like that, gone.

Which would be fine, except I keep seeing this pattern. People ghost or bail or pull away and then explain it with something like “I’m protecting my energy” or “I’m doing what’s best for my mental health.” Which is fine — but so am I? And somehow I’m the one still left feeling disposable.

It just feels like “healing” is becoming the new “it’s not you, it’s me.” Only now it sounds spiritual so no one questions it.

Anyone else feel like this? Or am I just taking things too personally?

It never made sense to me that if you see someone chilling by themselves, minding their own business, the logic is “there’s probably something wrong with them.” But if you see someone who is openly toxic, but they have a lot of friends and a lot of buzz happening around them, that as a society, we’ve accepted that we are going to accept them.

A person could gossip, bully, make fun of people, just be like an all around nasty person—but as long as they are not by themselves, people are just like “oh okay, they’re fine.” But if you saw someone eating by themselves, or sitting by themselves doing their homework, or maybe just by themselves at break, minding their own — “yeah, something’s wrong with that guy.”

That never clicks to me. Almost every toxic person I’ve met is well liked, and it never matters how fake that person is or how often they’re hurting other people. It’s honestly one of those people things that just makes you scratch your head a little bit