Iโm in a 5 month relationship without sex. What we do? We hang out a lot instead of staying indoors. When weโre together, we share a few kisses and cuddles. We focus more on quality time, laughter, and getting to really know each other. And honestly, it has been peaceful and meaningful for us so far.
There is a concept in psychology called โTHE SUNK COST FALLACY. When you stay in a relationship not because of who the person is today, but to justify the years of effort youโve already invested. Your brain tells you, "I can't let 5 years go to waste," forgetting that staying forces you to waste 5 more.
ASMR got to be the worst thing ever. To me its like the sound of scraping 2 spoons together. Its the most irritating sound, I literally cringe when I hear it. How do people enjoy ASMR???
I hate that wars are fought like this. How about the leaders of both countries just fight each other in a ring. Just like the ICJ, we need to establish an international boxing ring. Like why do innocent bystanders gotta pay for choices they didn't make?
NO country, government, person, entity, should have the right to invade another sovereign nation in the name of "liberation". Cause no one in history has ever done that for altruistic purposes. Innocent people end up suffering. #ISaidwhatISaid
This is why the chances of me choosing to have kids are low. My dad was present & loving, but I watched friends grow up afraid to approach their fathersโmen who stayed distant & hated being disturbed. I can't imagine subjecting my kids to a parent like this. WHY DID U HAVE KIDS??
Am I just a monster? It's been 4 years since I became a father and I'm beginning to fear for my soul. The truth is I just don't like being around kids for very long. Historically, this is not uncommon among fathers, but today it feels almost illegal. It's causing me a lot of confusion and anguish.
The ideal amount of time I would like to spend playing with my kids is probably about 70-140 minutes a weekโroughly ten minutes each day, maybe 2x/day, taking breaks from work. My feelings of love toward them are perfectly strong, but if I have to watch them or entertain them for more than about 10 minutes my blood starts to boil. I just want to be working, or accomplishing something. I try to be grateful, but it doesn't work.
It's 9 AM this morning, Saturday, January 3. It's a sunny, warm day here in Austin, and my four-year-old son is begging me to play catch in the street. I was drinking coffee, still waking up, so I didnโt really feel like it, but at this age his desire to play is insatiable. He begged and begged, so I conceded, and with a smile. I have no problem being a kind and loving father, the problem is only that I do not enjoy it. It's not that I'm trying to maximize my personal pleasure; it just seems wrong that I experience so little delight when my dad friends all claim to experience so much.
It was beautiful. We live on a picturesque, tree-lined block. I am even relatively relaxed from the holiday rest. Playing catch with your son is supposed to be an iconic, peak experience. Yet for every single minute, on the inside, I just don't want to be there. I want to be drinking my coffee in peace. Then I feel guilty and absurdly ungrateful, and ashamed, when we're done. I know that when he is a teenager, I'll long to have these days back. I have all of this perspective rationally, and I've been very patient and steadfast trying to digest it, but nothing fixes me emotionally.
Am I a terrible person? Or is my feeling within a certain range of historically normal and it's modern parenting norms that are off? Whether it's my fault or not, I don't even care, I just want to figure this out. Something is wrong and I no longer have the excuse of being new to this.
There's no greater propaganda against marriage then wives posting their daily lives. I'm sorry but that man is sleeping soundly while you're doing all this heavily pregnant? Absolutely the original horror story.