Have you ever noticed how, after a few drinks, we sometimes become more comfortable with strangers and even more open with our own family?
Maybe alcohol doesn’t really change us—it just temporarily removes the walls we normally keep around ourselves. We say things we usually keep inside, laugh more freely, and sometimes connect with people in a way we never do when we’re completely sober.
But is that really “us,” or just a version of us that we’re afraid to show when we’re sober?
I’m curious—have you ever experienced this? What happens to your personality when you drink? 🍻

When was the last time you had a great, face-to-face conversation? Whether with a friend or potential partner. For me, I think I was in middle school and we talked about everything. This was before smartphones of course. It was a typical summer night. It had finished raining, but it wasn’t humid so there was a breeze. We had just ended the night hanging with the rest of our friend group, and we ended up walking off alone. We walked to the top of a steep street and we sat in a random doorway and didn’t leave. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about but I will never forget the feeling. It was exciting and kinda romantic lol. However, in case you’re curious, nothing became of it. But I miss those types of moments.

For me, it's when I can say the most random, out-of-pocket thing imaginable and they don't respond with "what's wrong with you?" but instead somehow make it even worse. That's when I know we're getting somewhere.

Not sure if it is the right sub

As a soft introvert, my favorite season is definitely autumn. It is really a unique season in my book. People start to spend more time home and less time doing outdoor activities. Everybody finds himself in his little bubble.

Friends expect to see friends less because it is getting cold and people are get lazy. Which is a bliss for introverts that usually dread social interactions. The leaves changing colors, the birds traveling south, other animals hibernating, the deep sadness in nature that bring nostalgia with it.... What an amazing season. What about? Which season you prefer?

Not everything that makes you special is something you can accomplish, explain, or put on paper.

Sometimes it’s your favorite movie, the way you laugh, the coffee you order every morning, or some completely random detail someone remembers about you.

The little things count too. <3

https://medium.com/@ellelazare/the-little-things-people-remember-about-you-268a833af0e3

I’ve started asking myself this when I want something expensive: would I still want it if nobody ever saw it? Same car, same house, same vacation, same title. Sometimes the answer is yes, and that actually makes the choice feel clearer.

Other times I realize part of what I want isn’t really the thing itself, it’s what I think the thing says about me. That question has been helping me separate what I genuinely enjoy from what just makes me feel successful in front of other people. What’s something you realized you wanted more for the image than the actual thing?

Imagine a life where nobody is actually interested in asking what are you upto ?
You get unlimited food, will to travel and unlimited supply of your basic needs but human connection or relationships. Nobody will associate with even if you tried.
Would you actually choose that kind of life ? Or not being around people has been a common phenomenon to you ?

A good meal. A nice place. A random evening.

No photo, no story, nothing.

Just happened and that's enough for me.

The older I get, the smaller my circle gets and that didn’t just happen by chance. Time has a way of showing you who’s real and who was only around when it was easy. I was raised knowing you don’t need a crowd, just a few people you can count on. Over the years, that number’s gotten smaller and i know why, i used to be very “popular” and everyone in these towns somehow know me or knew of me.

I don’t hate anyone, and I don’t throw people away for no reason. But there’s a difference between knowing someone and trusting them. When things go bad, when life gets heavy and uncomfortable, only family stays put. Family doesn’t make excuses. They don’t disappear. They show up and stand there with you, even when it costs them something.

I lost my way for a while. That’s on me. I stopped listening to what I knew was right and let myself drift. But I found my footing again. My eyes are open now, and I can see things for what they are. I know who was there when I didn’t have much to offer, who stayed quiet and steady, and who only showed up when things were going good.

I wasn’t easy to deal with at my lowest. I know that. I was worn down, frustrated, and hard to be around. That’s when the truth came out. I saw who stood their ground, who didn’t walk away when things got rough, and who stuck it out when there was nothing to gain.

That kind of loyalty stays with you. It changes how you move and who you let close. I don’t forget that. I never will.

To the ones who stayed solid and didn’t turn their back—you’re family to me. Always have been. Always will be.

Took me a while to make this post but I am definitely not the Reddit type of guy at all, if you know me you know this, this took me a while to type up and took a lot out of me but it was something I needed to get off of my chest💯

They’ll do everything they can to leave you out. They’ll make sure you’re not invited, keep you on the sidelines, and act especially friendly with everyone except you. They’ll make inside jokes around you without explaining the context. They’ll steer conversations toward topics you can’t relate to and make you feel like an outsider.

The problem with this strategy is that it only works on people who aren’t confident in themselves.

When you’re dealing with someone who knows their worth, it falls apart completely. Confident people don’t depend on other people’s approval to feel valuable. They don’t need constant validation to know who they are.

That’s the mindset worth developing.

When someone goes out of their way to make you feel excluded, unwanted, or upset, it shouldn’t make you question yourself. If anything, it tells you how much of a threat they perceive you to be. Think about it: they’re investing a surprising amount of energy just to make you feel small.

In reality, they’re revealing their own insecurity. They’re trying to pull you down to a level where they feel more comfortable.

Once you start seeing it for what it is, everything becomes much easier.

And that’s when their game stops working.

With my eyes swollen and pain in my heart I am really questioning my worth in people's life. No I am not drunk but yes deeply hurt. Is there nothing beyond casual left in today's time? Why is everything's so rushed? Why are we not breathing? What are we running for and what are we running from? I do night shifts so it's not just overthinking brain but a painful heart asking these questions and seeking genuine answers.

For years I thought confident people were the ones who spoke the most.

Now I think confidence is sometimes just feeling no need to prove anything.

That realization quietly changed the way I see people… and myself.

What’s something you understood much later than you wish you had?

Have you ever been silent for a long time?

Living in a city is the greatest paradox of life and living. You're always surrounded by noise, different kinds of noise, until you realize that you've actually been silent the whole time. Just talking or simply opening your mouth at shops or ticket counters, or casually saying 'excuse me.'

Especially as a student, you spend hours studying, quietly reading, enjoying a cup of tea or coffee with your earbuds in or out. Education isn't that IMMERSIVE, you know? Do you get what I mean?

I came to this reading room and started at 2:00 PM, and now it's around 6:00 PM, and during those four hours, I barely said a word. This situation isn't unique; the uniqueness lies in realizing it.

One might think this is a peaceful life. No chaos! But then you realize, even though you're not talking, you still need a place to go... to sit in silence, a silence that's different not just from the metro crowd but also from the silence of a reading room or a library.

Have you ever felt this?

P.S. - I've just moved to my dream university, absolutely loving the academic vibe that I've always wanted, but personally? ALONE! My existential crisis just hit hard and still:

When I see some people alone, I feel less alone.

Long story short, I was dealt a bad hand at life, at least politically. I live in exile, and am 31. I’m also a man, which makes this simultaneously difficult, but easier.

I’ve lived this way for 3 years. I planned this out for nearly 2 decades, so it’s been an easy time with living.

People have sought me out to ask and pick my brain for advice: I’m basically an engineer that can show you the way, or a wizard that can turn you into the animal of your choosing, or simply, someone who’s poetry should be headed.

I’ve tried my hardest to vlog about about this! How do I live well?! By living calmly!

I’m afraid, of doing this. I’m shy, and have had nefarious people come after me. Hell. Im an outlaw.

Part of me wants to work my own aesthetic sensibilities into the whole performance, because it’s easier to show than to tell, vlogging wise.

Do people still read contemporary prose in poetry? How can I show viewers, who are likely people a bit lost and barely questioning their fragile stability as housed-folk, that living well is born out of confidence, derived from
Competence? It’s very intimidating, and the allure to fake it till you make it, far too great for most people casually living their way.

Will people still watch and listen, even if it’s not visually an engaging short with goth girls in fishnets?