This thing is quite hilarious when you think about it. You claim to love a person, yes? That person signs a multi-million-dollar contract and, having seen what has happened to others before him, decides to protect himself by initiating a prenup agreement. You say you love him. You want forever with him. Most importantly, you insist you are not after his money. So why not simply sign the agreement? But you refuse. And in that refusal the truth reveals itself. It was never really him you loved; it was what being with him provided, and what it promised to continue providing.
One problem with the dating market today is that prostitution culture didn’t stay on the margins, it’s penetrated the mainstream.
Many now believe that intimacy should be priced, access should be billed monthly and relationships should fund a lifestyle.
People are calling it “standards” when It’s just sex worker logic applied to a framework that’s supposed to be built on connection, mutual investment & longterm commitment.
Now we have normal everyday people living their lives with prostitute principals without even realizing it but expecting traditional results.
Sometimes I feel like something glitched around 2019 and nobody talks about it.
Like the world didn’t end, it just… hardened.
Conversations feel shorter. Friendships feel thinner. Everyone is “connected” but no one is really here. We scroll through tragedies the way we used to scroll through memes. A disaster happens, we react with an emoji, and five minutes later we’re back to arguing about something irrelevant.
It’s like empathy got nerfed.
People film everything now. Fights. Accidents. Someone crying in public. The first instinct isn’t “help,” it’s “record.” We turned real life into content and content into personality.
Even time feels off. Weeks blur together. Years feel both fast and empty. You look up and it’s February again but you can’t remember living January.
And maybe I sound dramatic. Maybe this is just adulthood. But sometimes it feels like we crossed into a quieter, colder timeline and just agreed not to question it.
Like we survived something.
But we didn’t come back the same.
In global politics, friendships are rare.
Yet Late Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi and Russian president Vladimir Putin proved it could exist,
Silvio and Putin shared a special bond that went beyond politics, state visits, and formalities.
It proved real friendship can exist even at the highest level 🔥
Continuar é o milagre. Continuar a ser boa pessoa quando tudo à volta nos mostra que não compensa.
Continuar por respeito próprio.
Deve ser isso a decência.
Between 25 and 30, a man faces his hardest battles, not with the world, but with himself. You realize the mistakes you've repeated for years and start breaking each cycle, one by one This is the age where men either transform into kings or remain slaves to their past forever.