for 6 weeks of each year i allow myself to have love island brain (low cognitive function, irrational opinions, unbridled lust) and i think it’s really good for me. i’ll read a book or something after, idk
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YOUR HOME IS NOT A PUBLIC RESTROOM. STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE.
Let this land with absolute clarity. Even if you are dating someone. Even if you are planning to have sex with them. Even if they are a long time old friend, an original gangster from your childhood, a cousin, or even a sibling. Even if a man pays your full rent as his girlfriend. He has no automatic access to your place. None. Permission is not implied by relationship, not by blood, not by history, not by financial support. Permission is a door you open consciously, selectively, and only after rigorous proof of trust. Until then, that door stays locked.
Your home is not an extension of dating. It is not a reward for loyalty. It is not a concession to family obligation. It is the single most sacred container of your existence. What you keep inside those walls is not just furniture and appliances. It is your peace, your unguarded self, your children if you have them, your sleep, your vulnerability, your financial records, your identity documents, and the emotional architecture of your entire life. Handing someone access to that space before they have proven themselves is not generosity. It is self abandonment.
Delivery guys should not be bringing anything to your doorstep. Not food. Not parcels. Not groceries. Not a single item. Why? Because a doorstep is a trailhead. Once a delivery person knows your apartment unit number, that information exists in a system. It is recorded on an app. It is stored on a phone. It is repeated to another rider tomorrow. Delivery workers are not your enemies, but they are also not your confidants. They are strangers who rotate through hundreds of doors per week. Some are honest. Some are neutral. Some are predators collecting location data for later. You do not know which is which. And you never will.
A mere boda guy, a delivery rider, a courier, does not need to know which floor you sleep on. He does not need to know that Unit 12B is where a woman lives alone or where a family keeps its valuables. That single piece of information, your unit number, turns you from an anonymous address into a specific target. Meet him at the gate. Meet him at the security desk. Meet him at the corner shop two minutes away. Do not draw a map to your bedroom door for someone paid by the delivery.
More important points you cannot afford to ignore.
First, your home address is a weapon if placed in the wrong hands. Arguments happen. Breakups happen. Rejected lovers become stalkers. Offended relatives become vengeful. A person who knows where you lay your head at night knows exactly when to strike. You cannot un give an address. Once it leaves your mouth, control leaves your hands forever.
Second, never allow anyone to "crash" for a night that turns into a week. That cousin who needs a temporary place. That friend going through a rough patch. That sibling between apartments. What begins as compassion often becomes a legal and emotional nightmare. Many jurisdictions grant tenant rights after as little as fourteen days. Fourteen days. Then you cannot remove them without a court order. Your sanctuary becomes a squat. Your kindness becomes a trap.
Third, do not let guests bring unvetted strangers into your home. Even the "real ones" sometimes make poor judgments. A friend brings a new partner. A sibling brings a coworker. That stranger now has eyes on your layout, your locks, your routines, your valuables. You have just given a complete human being a mental blueprint of your vulnerability. Do not allow it. If someone cannot visit you alone, they do not visit you at all.
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