I’m SO bad at expressing myself. I’m also terrible at like… well, my dad called it “empathizing”. I thought I knew what that was, but now I’m kinda confused. People always seem kinda disappointed when I try to acknowledge their heavy feelings. I’m so bad actually that my family has started politely encouraging me to stay home from funerals
But frrrr I never know how to act to show them I understand they feel bad?? I also have a bad habit of smiling in any tense situation, which isn’t very good when I’m getting punished…
My sister’s started thinking I’m a sociopath atp and I dunno what to do about it. I feel like this is a dumb and broad question, and this is the worst place to ask it, but how do you express “empathy” instead of “sympathy”? Because I keep doing things and people keep getting concerned and I don’t want them to be ;^^
But frrrr I never know how to act to show them I understand they feel bad?? I also have a bad habit of smiling in any tense situation, which isn’t very good when I’m getting punished…
My sister’s started thinking I’m a sociopath atp and I dunno what to do about it. I feel like this is a dumb and broad question, and this is the worst place to ask it, but how do you express “empathy” instead of “sympathy”? Because I keep doing things and people keep getting concerned and I don’t want them to be ;^^
tldr at the bottom
Hey everyone, I (23M) recently divorced my ex-husband (28M) and married the novelist (30M) who lives at the beach 3 days later.
I moved to this cute town in a valley two years ago to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Immediately upon arriving at this quaint town, I set off to greet all the villagers. That's when I met my ex-husband.
He was quite rude to me at first, I didn't care much for him either. But after accidentally learning about his struggle with depression and alcoholism, I started to feel sympathetic towards him.
I'd talk to him everyday and give him at least 2 gifts a week. Slowly but surely, he started to recover, even started going to therapy and cut back on the alcohol! However, soon our friendship blossomed into something more...
In the end, we decided to get married on the 7th day of Fall. We adopted a beautiful baby boy next month. Life was good. But I couldn't help but notice my ex-husband was getting duller by the day.
He quit his job at the local supermarket so that he could help out with the farm and our baby. He only went out on Mondays and Fridays. He'd always talk a about his glory days where he played rugby for his highschool team, always pondering over the 'what ifs'. I'd caught him sneaking in a few beers late at night too.
I was devastated, our marriage had changed this man for the worse.
At this point, I started spending more time away from home, guilt eating me up from the inside, completing chores for others to occupy my mind.
One fateful day, while I was fishing at the beach, I met the novelist. Standing at the pier, gazing at the horizon with his long, chestnut hair dancing in the gentle sea breeze. I was entranced for a moment. I had never paid attention to this man, his schedule rarely aligned with mine and thus I had barely any chances to ever bump into him.
I'd heard that he moved to the Valley a year before I did, we were both newcomers.
As destiny would have it, we both hit it off fairly easily. He liked lobsters a lot and I catch a few for him once a week thanks to my fishing prowess.
The best word I could use to describe this man is "romantic" . For that is what he was in every fibre of his being. Hell, he even dedicated a novel to me and read it out at the local library!
As I started spending more and more time with him, the more I noticed how dull my husband's life is. He had no ambition, no dreams, nothing, it felt like he just lived *for me*.
This novelist, however, he was different. A man who kvew his ideals and stood by them, iron willed.
One evening in spring, he invited me to a boat ride. He confessed to me, we kissed. I just felt so guilty yet so *so* conflicted.
On the 13th day of Spring, I filed for divorce. I was scared, sad and mostly bittersweet. My ex-husband was a wonderful man, willing to change and become a better version of himself, for himself and those around him. But I wasn't the right man for him, for I just stunted his emotional growth. This had to be done.
That night, I visited the local witch's house and wiped the town and my ex-husband's memories of our relationship.
The next day, I proposed to the novelist, he said yes. 3 days later, we got married. The whole town was there, so was my ex-husband. They cheered for us with joy, blissfully unaware of all that had happened. I was happy and, in a way, relieved.
But I couldn't shake that feeling of guilt, if only I could wipe my own memory too. But I think did what was best for my ex and I.
AITA?
tldr: my ex-husband looked dull and lifeless after our marriage, I fell in love with someone else, divorced him and wiped the whole town's memory of our relationship. AITA?
Hey everyone, I (23M) recently divorced my ex-husband (28M) and married the novelist (30M) who lives at the beach 3 days later.
I moved to this cute town in a valley two years ago to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Immediately upon arriving at this quaint town, I set off to greet all the villagers. That's when I met my ex-husband.
He was quite rude to me at first, I didn't care much for him either. But after accidentally learning about his struggle with depression and alcoholism, I started to feel sympathetic towards him.
I'd talk to him everyday and give him at least 2 gifts a week. Slowly but surely, he started to recover, even started going to therapy and cut back on the alcohol! However, soon our friendship blossomed into something more...
In the end, we decided to get married on the 7th day of Fall. We adopted a beautiful baby boy next month. Life was good. But I couldn't help but notice my ex-husband was getting duller by the day.
He quit his job at the local supermarket so that he could help out with the farm and our baby. He only went out on Mondays and Fridays. He'd always talk a about his glory days where he played rugby for his highschool team, always pondering over the 'what ifs'. I'd caught him sneaking in a few beers late at night too.
I was devastated, our marriage had changed this man for the worse.
At this point, I started spending more time away from home, guilt eating me up from the inside, completing chores for others to occupy my mind.
One fateful day, while I was fishing at the beach, I met the novelist. Standing at the pier, gazing at the horizon with his long, chestnut hair dancing in the gentle sea breeze. I was entranced for a moment. I had never paid attention to this man, his schedule rarely aligned with mine and thus I had barely any chances to ever bump into him.
I'd heard that he moved to the Valley a year before I did, we were both newcomers.
As destiny would have it, we both hit it off fairly easily. He liked lobsters a lot and I catch a few for him once a week thanks to my fishing prowess.
The best word I could use to describe this man is "romantic" . For that is what he was in every fibre of his being. Hell, he even dedicated a novel to me and read it out at the local library!
As I started spending more and more time with him, the more I noticed how dull my husband's life is. He had no ambition, no dreams, nothing, it felt like he just lived *for me*.
This novelist, however, he was different. A man who kvew his ideals and stood by them, iron willed.
One evening in spring, he invited me to a boat ride. He confessed to me, we kissed. I just felt so guilty yet so *so* conflicted.
On the 13th day of Spring, I filed for divorce. I was scared, sad and mostly bittersweet. My ex-husband was a wonderful man, willing to change and become a better version of himself, for himself and those around him. But I wasn't the right man for him, for I just stunted his emotional growth. This had to be done.
That night, I visited the local witch's house and wiped the town and my ex-husband's memories of our relationship.
The next day, I proposed to the novelist, he said yes. 3 days later, we got married. The whole town was there, so was my ex-husband. They cheered for us with joy, blissfully unaware of all that had happened. I was happy and, in a way, relieved.
But I couldn't shake that feeling of guilt, if only I could wipe my own memory too. But I think did what was best for my ex and I.
AITA?
tldr: my ex-husband looked dull and lifeless after our marriage, I fell in love with someone else, divorced him and wiped the whole town's memory of our relationship. AITA?
Honestly I'm just curious why Smut is so overhyped, as in people complaining there is too little/no smut in a story (BL mostly) I personally can't really relate but I've just noticed it one too many times now and am just curious why Smut is so important over a Good Plot lol
Let me just rant
I hate how I overthink literally everything! Anything! I want to message someone??? I gotta think for 30 minutes on what to say!! I just send a message??? Now I got overthink of that message for another 30 minutes!!! Someone messaged me a "hi"???? It's either I reply a lot lot later or I ignore them
Like bruhhhh I just don't want to careeeeee but I can't! My brain is running 1000 miles everything I interact or socialize with people!!!
And I don't even want to talk about how I'm such a fucking loser in personnn I suckkkk
I hate how I overthink literally everything! Anything! I want to message someone??? I gotta think for 30 minutes on what to say!! I just send a message??? Now I got overthink of that message for another 30 minutes!!! Someone messaged me a "hi"???? It's either I reply a lot lot later or I ignore them
Like bruhhhh I just don't want to careeeeee but I can't! My brain is running 1000 miles everything I interact or socialize with people!!!
And I don't even want to talk about how I'm such a fucking loser in personnn I suckkkk
I want to study in a college which is really far away from my home but once I stayed in a hostel where I almost lost my mind due to loneliness (mind u that there were no phones, no entertainment allowed there of any sorts) but now I think I can handle it because I realized that I really cant stay with my parents anymore.......but there planning on sending me to a college which like 10 minutes away from here and which is also not as good as the college I wanna go to!
How long do you think its gonna take for people to start being problematic again cause lowkey im kinda bored so one of yall needs to start some drama soon
buttholes that have poop in them are a big turn on they are so warm and tasty to eat out i love when the poop drips out with my cum so it makes a beautiful drip its so hot!!!!!1!!!!!1!!!111!1!1!!!1!132!
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we'll listen to ur rants
and we have a lot of fight and aggressive people its fun
also owo bot can do ur homework
so there's no reason not to join
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attention all stupid people this is for you okays no one else respond unless you know what this is for
This might be a little long but bare with me, If you've read Yours to Claim you'd know the fandom is divided between Yahwi or Cain.
Tbh, I would have been all for Yahwi if he wasn't toxic, and he hadn't raped Jooin. Like, in the beginning I thought he was going to be like Jiwon from BJ Alex. He was an asshole in the beginning, but then he understood his wrong doings and he became better. But, Yahwi legit has no development; and don't even mention that one chapter where the author tried to make us feel bad for him, because that's really not character development. The author just played the sympathy card.
And Jooin is also very indecisive, going back and forth. It's just really repetitive. And ik ppl find Cain suspicious, but he hasn't really done anything to prove he has ill intentions y'know? Anyway, I just wanna read your thoughts and opinions if you've read it.
Tbh, I would have been all for Yahwi if he wasn't toxic, and he hadn't raped Jooin. Like, in the beginning I thought he was going to be like Jiwon from BJ Alex. He was an asshole in the beginning, but then he understood his wrong doings and he became better. But, Yahwi legit has no development; and don't even mention that one chapter where the author tried to make us feel bad for him, because that's really not character development. The author just played the sympathy card.
And Jooin is also very indecisive, going back and forth. It's just really repetitive. And ik ppl find Cain suspicious, but he hasn't really done anything to prove he has ill intentions y'know? Anyway, I just wanna read your thoughts and opinions if you've read it.
I fucking hate gender disphoria. Fuck genders, I'm becoming a rock. I simple lonely rock with no gender. I will now be going to cry myself asleep again so goodnight all you amazing people. Stay safe and hydrated or else I'm coming for your ass
okay, so a few months ago i was the person that would say women should stop reading Bls and stuff like that, and i will explain and show how it was a product of my environnemnt.
growing up in BL circles fetishization of gay men was very frequent, most bls media would have some type of assault and women would constantly say that it was hot that there were r4pe in it, after that i grew disguted of women who read bls even the wholesome ones, and me (a gay guy) made more and more gay male friends that had the same opinion as me, we wanted women to stop reading Bls.
And i feel bad kinda. i do not want women to stop reading bls
i befriended women who would read bls with no r'pe in it and assault, who were listening to MLM , they would recommend bls stories made by queer men. and it was nice
i hope that women in the bl fandom stop fetishizing gay men(not because they read it ) but by how they act, and hope bl content stop having r4pe, assault and only smut with no storyline.
growing up in BL circles fetishization of gay men was very frequent, most bls media would have some type of assault and women would constantly say that it was hot that there were r4pe in it, after that i grew disguted of women who read bls even the wholesome ones, and me (a gay guy) made more and more gay male friends that had the same opinion as me, we wanted women to stop reading Bls.
And i feel bad kinda. i do not want women to stop reading bls
i befriended women who would read bls with no r'pe in it and assault, who were listening to MLM , they would recommend bls stories made by queer men. and it was nice
i hope that women in the bl fandom stop fetishizing gay men(not because they read it ) but by how they act, and hope bl content stop having r4pe, assault and only smut with no storyline.
For that Atlas person who wanted a fanfic. I didn’t know what fanfic you wanted so I’m just gonna go with one of my favourites, Truck-Kun x Toyota-San. Sorry it’s not that long. Also, please don’t bash me.
Toyota-san was perfect in every way, from her gleaming headlights to her fresh coat of red paint that always looked new, no matter what weather.
The only problem was that I only got to see her when our owner came by in her and left on me. It was great, spending those minutes—and if lucky, hours with her. I loved the way she always revved up when I cracked a good one. But the problem was that I wasn’t sated anymore with these fleeting moments anymore.
I wanted more. My heart craved the thought of being close to her, next to her, with her. I wanted it desperately.
Luckily, today my owner was taking another truck, so I had the whole day with her to myself. You could probably say I was in heaven, but I was happier than even that.
She rolled up, her ensemble being of new tires she had gotten recently that she looked so unbelievably good in.
“Ah, Truck-Kun, how are you this sunny morning?” She pulled herself into park beside me, our owner hopping out to leave us be.
“Great, though a friend of mine gets horrible sunburn from his black paint. He says it’s all worth it in the winter,” I laughed, easing into myself as a talked to her.
“Really? I’ve never tried the whole white and black paint thing, but maybe when I get traded off or redone I’ll try it out. I’ve always wondered how it felt anyway, y’know?”
“I think you would look stunning in any colour,” I blurted out, my windshield fogging up just a tiny bit.”
Her headlights blinked a bit in appreciation. “Thank you, Truck-Kun. I think you’re the only one who would say that to me.”
From there on, we talked for hours on end. I soaked up every word she said, letting myself enjoy the moment before I braved myself and confessed.
“Um, Toyota-San, I have . . . I have something I want to tell you.” My gears shifted nervously back and forth.
“Oh, really?” In that moment, she looked so beautiful. Her red the soft shade of a cherry on a hot summer’s day and her windshield cleaned so neatly, you’d wonder if the glass was even there. But it was her headlights that called my name. Her lovely, pulchritudinous headlights the hue of electric yellow and clean white. The image was too perfect.
“I like you, Toyota-San.”
We stood in silence, the only echo being of the keys that jangled from oncoming truck drivers that were done for the day. I waited, my anticipation pushing my engine to malfunction and oil to leak a bit.
Finally, she said, “I like you too.”
That was the happiest day in my life.
Toyota-san was perfect in every way, from her gleaming headlights to her fresh coat of red paint that always looked new, no matter what weather.
The only problem was that I only got to see her when our owner came by in her and left on me. It was great, spending those minutes—and if lucky, hours with her. I loved the way she always revved up when I cracked a good one. But the problem was that I wasn’t sated anymore with these fleeting moments anymore.
I wanted more. My heart craved the thought of being close to her, next to her, with her. I wanted it desperately.
Luckily, today my owner was taking another truck, so I had the whole day with her to myself. You could probably say I was in heaven, but I was happier than even that.
She rolled up, her ensemble being of new tires she had gotten recently that she looked so unbelievably good in.
“Ah, Truck-Kun, how are you this sunny morning?” She pulled herself into park beside me, our owner hopping out to leave us be.
“Great, though a friend of mine gets horrible sunburn from his black paint. He says it’s all worth it in the winter,” I laughed, easing into myself as a talked to her.
“Really? I’ve never tried the whole white and black paint thing, but maybe when I get traded off or redone I’ll try it out. I’ve always wondered how it felt anyway, y’know?”
“I think you would look stunning in any colour,” I blurted out, my windshield fogging up just a tiny bit.”
Her headlights blinked a bit in appreciation. “Thank you, Truck-Kun. I think you’re the only one who would say that to me.”
From there on, we talked for hours on end. I soaked up every word she said, letting myself enjoy the moment before I braved myself and confessed.
“Um, Toyota-San, I have . . . I have something I want to tell you.” My gears shifted nervously back and forth.
“Oh, really?” In that moment, she looked so beautiful. Her red the soft shade of a cherry on a hot summer’s day and her windshield cleaned so neatly, you’d wonder if the glass was even there. But it was her headlights that called my name. Her lovely, pulchritudinous headlights the hue of electric yellow and clean white. The image was too perfect.
“I like you, Toyota-San.”
We stood in silence, the only echo being of the keys that jangled from oncoming truck drivers that were done for the day. I waited, my anticipation pushing my engine to malfunction and oil to leak a bit.
Finally, she said, “I like you too.”
That was the happiest day in my life.
idk if what im asking makes sense,
but mine is enemies to lovers >:D
but mine is enemies to lovers >:D
If two people have sex and the other person has two souls trapped inside of them then does it count as a threesome?
PLEASE WRITE A FANFIC TO ANOTHER MANGAGO USER PLEASE I NEED IT
Is she/they a pronoun? If so how do you use it because i have absolutely no idea
My friend wanted to use she/they pronouns and i don't know how to use it (￣∇￣")
My friend wanted to use she/they pronouns and i don't know how to use it (￣∇￣")