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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 Guide10 months 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 Sikder10 months 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 Sikder10 months ago in Humans
Tattoos - The Marks Of The Beast
The art of tattoos. So they say. In a society of extremism, it is easy to fall into the unconscious traps of consumerism and destructive behaviors. Tattoos and piercings are nothing more than body mutilation after all, and both can have unhealthy side effects in the long term.
By Mezei József Tibor10 months 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 10 months ago in Humans
Aviation Accidents
In the span of just 24 hours, two devastating aviation accidents have shaken the United States. On April 10, 2025, a sightseeing helicopter plunged into the Hudson River, claiming six lives. The following day, a small plane crashed in Boca Raton, Florida, resulting in three fatalities. These incidents underscore the critical importance of understanding the multifaceted causes behind aviation accidents.
By sondos azhari10 months ago in Humans
THE MYTH OF OVERNIGHT SUCCESS
It’s 2025, and the internet’s obsession with virality has never been stronger. One day you’re nobody, the next you’re on “The Tonight Show,” sipping tea with Fallon and talking about your meteoric rise. TikTokers, YouTubers, even founders and writers are all chasing that elusive moment: the perfect post, video, or product that catches fire.
By SHADOW-WRITES10 months ago in Humans
The Secret to Building Stronger Connections in a Digital World
In today’s hyper-connected digital world, we’re constantly bombarded with notifications, messages, and alerts from social media, emails, and work-related apps. While these tools promise to keep us connected, they often create a paradox—despite being more “connected” than ever, many people feel lonelier than before.
By Fahad Khan10 months ago in Humans
Denver Nuggets Part Ways with Michael Malone
In a move that sent shockwaves through the NBA, the Denver Nuggets announced on April 8, 2025, that they had relieved head coach Michael Malone of his duties. The decision, which came just days after the team’s first-round playoff exit to the Los Angeles Lakers, marked a stunning turn for a franchise that had celebrated its first NBA championship under Malone just two years prior. The Nuggets also confirmed that general manager Calvin Booth’s contract would not be extended, signaling a potential overhaul of the team’s leadership structure.
By sondos azhari10 months ago in Humans
The Love Languages You’ve Never Heard Of: Beyond the Famous Five
Introduction For decades, Gary Chapman’s famous model of the five love languages—words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch—has provided a framework for understanding how we give and receive love. While this model has served millions well, the complexities of modern relationships reveal that love is communicated through an even richer array of languages. Beyond the familiar five, there are subtle, unexpected, and deeply personal ways that individuals express and perceive love. These unique expressions not only deepen our connections with others but also allow us to better understand the many layers of our own hearts. This article explores these lesser-known love languages, offering new perspectives on how love can be felt, shared, and celebrated in today’s diverse world.
By Mysteries with Professor Jahani10 months ago in Humans
