I’m Finally Happy, and It’s Making Everyone Nervous
I got my life together, and now everyone assumes I’ve joined a cult or pyramid scheme. Honestly, they’re not wrong, it’s called “hydration and boundaries.”
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I Don’t Believe in Luck, I Believe in Being Loud and Win Out of Exhaustion
I’ve never been the best in the room — just the most committed to refusing to leave it. I succeed by outlasting people with boundaries.
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Culture | HERsay | MANalogue | Mental | Relationship
I’m Not Ghosting You. I’m Dissociating With Style.
Yes, I saw your text. I even rehearsed a reply in three emotional dialects. Then I floated into the ceiling like an emotionally unavailable Roomba.
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My Favorite Moments Are When No One Needs Anything From Me
No emails. No calls. No decisions to make. Just me, a lawn chair, and the raw, unsupervised freedom of temporary irrelevance.
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Sometimes I Drive Nowhere Just to Feel Like a Man With Purpose
No destination. No playlist. Just road noise, bottled water, and the faint hope that movement still counts as progress.
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Dating | MANalogue | Mental | Relationship
She Wants Me to Open Up But Every Time I Did, Something Got Broken.
It wasn’t always fists. Sometimes it was silence, or jokes that hit just hard enough to make you close the door again.
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I Told Her I Was Fine. She Heard the Whole Essay Hiding Behind It.
She blinked twice and somehow read a 12-page PDF of my suppressed feelings. I just wanted chips.
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Every Job I’ve Had was Just Been a Better Dressed Version of Panic
The offices got nicer, the snacks got healthier, but I still wake up with jaw tension and a browser full of job listings I won’t apply to.
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I’m Not Burnt Out. I’m Just Done. But Still Logging In.
The lights are on, nobody’s home, and the Teams status is set to “Available (Emotionally Hollow).”
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The Guy I Call ‘Bro’ at the Gym Knows More About My Life Than My Brother
I’ve never seen him outside the squat rack, but he knows about my breakup, my sleep issues, and my macros. We’ve never made eye contact for more than three seconds.
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I Can’t Tell If I’m Bulking or Depressed
All I know is I’m eating peanut butter with a spoon and calling it strategy.
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Am I Protecting You or Just Looking for a Reason to Feel Useful?
She opened a jar by herself, and now I’m spiraling. Should I just… join a militia?
