I've noticed that sometimes it's easier for me to express my feelings, vent, and share personal struggles with complete strangers on the internet than with my own family, friends, or loved ones.

I wonder why that is. Maybe it's because strangers don't know us personally, so we feel less judged? Or maybe it's easier to be vulnerable with someone who isn't involved in our everyday lives.

Sometimes I feel more comfortable expressing my deepest thoughts to people I've never met than to people who have known me for years.

Does anyone else feel this way? Why do you think it's easier to open up to strangers than to the people closest to us?

I’ve always been a lone wolf somewhat. Much more now in my 30th year.

I have a small group of friends but I spend the majority of my time alone chasing my dream which is music. But in my solitude am I missing out on life?

The majority of my time is spent chasing my dreams alone and I tell myself that’s more important than any socialising. Being alone has genuinely made me know myself and become a much more confident person.

However I have often felt in this life that I am no one’s first person to call. I’ve always been the backup who everyone likes but rarely the go to. At least up to this point in life I had one best friend and we were inseparable, a very deep friendship. Soul tied if you will. But we drifted and since then connections feel more shallow. I am someone who needs deep connection and I’ve struggled to find it since.

Maybe the solitude has just become less painful? I always have to be the one to message people to make plans and they rarely come to me. So maybe just loving myself felt like enough? Maybe I’m just spending more time alone because the connections I crave with people are no longer fulfilling like that friendship I had? They feel empty.

I consider myself a very real and honest person and I think most people just want to be around fun in this life, I get it. I just wonder if there are people like me out there that I should still me making an effort to connect with instead of just chasing my music dream and feeling my life will work out after that. I am just putting life on hold till that becomes a reality somewhat perhaps.

I’m conflicted as I enjoy the process and love chasing the dream, but at the same point I am not having much human connection along the way. It’s just increasingly hard to find the right human connection these days, and here lies my issue with pushing to find it.

Howw?

I’m genuinely curious what people think here, because the overlap always stands out to me. I’m curious how people categorize it when you look at the shared background. A lot of the moves in pro wrestling are real MMA moves, and the history connects in interesting ways. Gene LeBell—a judo legend and MMA pioneer—started out as a pro wrestler. The first guy to beat MMA legend Royce Gracie was a pro wrestler, Kazushi Sakuraba. Plus, plenty of MMA fighters switched over, like UFC Superfight Champion and Hall of Famer Dan Severn, UFC Hall of Famer Ken Shamrock, Ronda Rousey, former UFC fighter Matt Riddle, and former Bellator fighter Valerie Loureda (Lola Vice). With all that in mind, do you think pro wrestling is the closest thing to scripted MMA, or would be it to something else?

Isn't it moral to give back to everyone? Most to all people have worked towards something before being disabled from physical limitations like disabilities and mental problems.

Isn't it thoughtless to not give to everyone? Only to those who directly benefits you? That would be more selfish than giving to give stuff, only those those who benefit you. So morality isn't really there unless you give back to all of humanity. Not just those like you or who give something to you. Thats mututal benefit, symbiotic, not morality. Its still selfish and thoughtless.

Why will no one reawaken to see their true selves and reveal it for others despite the mob with pitchforks> I have been immoral, but I strive and change my behavior around more moral stances with what I just said in mind.

So does everyone in the world believe they’re “a good person”? Or do you think some people are doing the wrong thing and they just don’t give a shit. Idk. I personally find it hard to believe that people are out here trying to do wrong just for the sake of it. Personally when i do something i know isn’t right like disrespecting someone or telling a lie. Anything i feel isn’t the right thing to do. I always find some reason to justify it. Come up with excuses on why the thing i did “wasn’t that bad”. But other than that i try to do the right thing most of the time. Is this a universal struggle? Is everyone right in their own eyes? It just makes you realize that sin might just be a product of believing a lie and acting on it. and in our heads the lie is “good enough” or for the “greater good” which is why we act on it and hopefully realize it was wrong. Am i insane or just too high or does this whole thing make sense.

1. You've experienced it yourself

2. You admit you don't know

Is everything else just dogma?

I'm curious to hear your perspectives on whose teachings are higher and more profound, and what makes you think so.

I think a new party is needed. Take the best from both camps, sprinkle in Facts and common sense. Live buy our own 10 commandments!

1. Everyone is treated equally and punished equally.

2. There are 2 sexes X/Y it’s just science

3. Term limits for all of government. 2 years max.

4. Corporate gauging is forbidden. A 37% max profit instituted and the remaining money goes to public in form of dividends and to lower all cost.

5. Teachers get 150k a year and we allocate more to every state to reduce class sizes. Get rid of the teachers union and use those allocations toward more teachers!

6. The police are our friends! Our first line of defense against nefarious actors! We need them and we need to increase inner city presence across the country.

7. Professors, politicians, and any profession delegated to teach our children, family members, or anyone must be US born. Love our country 1st

8. Privatize incarcerations. Build more jails and keep the mentally ill, insane, repeat offenders where they belong!

9. Zero tolerance for rape, killing, and child trafficking! Automatic life in prison.

10. More mental health programs and out reach.

If we just did these things our country would be better off in many ways.

Why are humans the only animals on planet that require clothes and shoes? Animals can walk and live in forest, desert, jungles without shoes or clothing to keep warm. Yet humans wouldn’t survive long. So are humans native to planet earth? Or did we come from somewhere else?

Imagine yourself living outside in the winter. You wouldn’t survive without jacket.

Imagine yourself in the hot desert. You couldn’t survive without shelter and protection.

You can’t walk on stones or forest with a bare feet without hurting your foot.

Every single other animal on our planet has been designed for planet Earth, the birds, the little animals, the big animals… Except for humans.

It really makes you realize maybe we’re not indigenous to planet earth?

Sometimes I have the feeling that if no one sees me—my true self, my thoughts, my creative work, or if I don’t leave any memories with anyone — then it’s as if I don’t exist, even when I’m alone doing things I love. Because of OCD, I often fall into periods of isolation; there’s this pervasive sense that you are all alone in life and that no one truly knows you — and it’s so disheartening.
I don’t always have the energy to express myself or socialize, but if I don’t do it, nothing makes sense.

I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit recently, particularly about my first love.
He was my first experience of what I’d describe as really intense, passionate, almost all-consuming love. We had actually been broken up for several years, and I’d been in another relationship a couple of years since we separated, he sadly passed away three years ago.
Even after all these years, I sometimes find myself comparing other relationships to what I felt with him.
I’m currently in a long-term relationship, and I do love my partner very much. However, if I’m being completely honest, I’ve never quite experienced that same intensity again. There’s love and a genuine connection, but that same fire, passion and almost overwhelming feeling I remember having when I first fell in love just isn’t there in the same way.
It got me wondering: is that because your first love is such a unique experience? Is it because everything is new, you’re experiencing those feelings for the first time and everything feels so intense? Or does love naturally change as you get older and experience more relationships?
I also wonder whether it’s partly down to the experiences you have as you get older. When I was younger, I think I viewed relationships very differently. I almost imagined being in love as your whole world revolving around each other. But as I’ve got older and experienced dating and long-term relationships, I’ve realised there’s so much more to life than just having a partner. I still love deeply, but I don’t necessarily feel that same need for a relationship to be my entire world.
Sometimes I wonder whether we’re subconsciously chasing that initial feeling, hoping someone will make us feel the way our first love did. It’s almost like chasing the first high. You remember how incredible that initial experience felt, and you keep hoping to experience it again, but perhaps nothing ever quite replicates it because you can never experience it for the first time twice.
I’d really love to hear other people’s experiences. Have you ever fallen in love again with that same intensity, passion and fire as your first love? Or have you found that love changes as you get older, and perhaps that’s not necessarily a bad thing?

There is a version of yourself that exists entirely in your imagination. It is the person you believe you are: your intentions, your values, your principles, your explanations for why you do the things you do.
But there is another version of you that exists in your actions. This version doesn't care about your explanations. It is revealed through your habits, your reactions, your decisions when nobody is watching and the things you repeatedly tolerate.
The uncomfortable part of self-awareness is discovering that these two people don't always agree.
You might consider yourself patient until someone tests your patience. You might consider yourself loyal until loyalty becomes inconvenient. You might believe you are emotionally independent until someone you care about threatens to leave.

Perhaps it is about discovering where your perception of yourself differs from reality.
A question worth sitting with: If someone observed your life without hearing a single explanation from you, what would they conclude about the person you are?

to have a rough life first then a happy one

or

to have a happy life first then a rough one

Apparently, everything you know is wrong. You’ve been lied to. You’re doing XYZ wrong. A research paper says you should wash your face with poop. Stop doing XYZ. Everything you knew about XYZ is a lie.

Every other scroll on insta reels and theres a new revelation, a new universal rule, a new expert explaining how the world actually works. And with such authority and confidence that it makes me want to throw my phone at their faces.

It’s fucking annoying. And honestly, people are dumb.

Sometimes I literally feel like doing epistemological gymnastics in the comments, or just putting out my most cancellable, unpopular or polarising opinions. Like when I think something or someone is ugly. Or when I think a belief someone is selling is limiting, arbitrary or just plain bullshit.

I mean, literally: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?

How do you know your moral framework is correct? How do you know your interpretation of a tradition is the truth? How do you know that the thing you read in a study applies universally? How do you know the belief you inherited is anything more than a belief you inherited?

What even are truth, correct, real and good?

We take a story, repeat it enough times, give it a fancy explanation, attach a moral judgement or a scientific-sounding headline, and suddenly it becomes a fact everyone is expected to accept
And assume by default.

There are things we cannot recognise or know. And we cannot know what we cannot know. We can try to get closer to understanding certain things, but can we ever know anything completely, without leaving room for the possibility that we might be wrong?

Maybe that’s simply the condition of being human.

We build models and make guesses to understand what we can of what we cannot fully know. We use these models to make the experience of life easier, more navigable, perhaps even possible. That is called knowledge. We use it as a pair glasses we choose to see the world through, because we have observed experience enough/ someone told us they have observed it enough to think this XYZ model helps make the experience easier and better,

Thats literally all everything is.
A story,
a guess.
And people move around thinking and acting like what they “know” is the absolute truth.

And once you notice that distinction, you start seeing it everywhere.

Its annoying af.

Having said that, this is just my opinion, I dont even agree with some of my own opinions from yesterday lol so you dont have to agree with me, im one of the people on the internet after all.

So you think for yourself.

I just wanted to rant.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

So tell me guys,how comes you'll meet one of the greatest, funniest,most intelligent person but then life keeps showing them shege.

Honestly,I don't think some people deserve some things they go through..esp because they're beautiful inside out.🫶

I just don't get it,what's the point of being a good person then the world hitting you with all the bad things?😭

Just a blank guess— This is who you are to judge 👀

(Ps, kimko means different)

Your displeasure shows, I didn't mean to show disrespect, but as I've told you, I'm not well-endorsed in the workings of social linkages. Hate me as you would, like all those who've spoken to me to know right from wrong, to be with who values you, yet when you've not got a roster full, make do with what you've got. A rule this was I learned by heart. Death sounds pleasuring. I don't know of the workings of this world. Truly, I apologize if my treacherous tongue had told you anything. I had tried to cut it off. I really did. If only I could commit every time a friendship falls apart, mind darting to the past. Oh God, my heart can't take a repetition. Killing me, knife twisted, a sinister smile. I wouldn't blame you, for I was in the wrong. I don't know what my mistake is, but I am always in the wrong, my treacherous tongue. If only I had the courage, I would have be mute. But once again, I was born a writer. Cut off my hand. But I do not have the courage. Can't stop talking. "I exaggerate," you say. I apologize. I wish I were dead a dozen a day. Try to tie a knot round my neck, but alas, I know not to knot. But I also have lacked the courage. Speak to me, not speak behind my back. I've not endured death, but appeasing it sounds. Speak to me. I'm a writer, but I exaggerate. I apologize so you turn away. Your heart desires nothing from me, just like the rest. Wish I weren't born so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of death as I'm not brave. Every whisper leaves me paranoid, breath stuck in the throat. I wish my soul left me. I truly do. What happened to me that day was my fault, and what happened years after was mine too. Not his, all mine. I am to blame. My assault, I initiated, they all say. I asked for it. I am at fault. Slept with a knife. I feared for my life. I am to blame after all. No one tends to understand at first that all hate me, but in weeks another name is to be added to the endless one of eight haters. Kill me at once. I do not wish life. This is a curse, karma. But what have I done to deserve this? For I am sorry for being born as well, for I know matter of fact I am not to enter Eden as I'm impure. Am I to blame? Are they blamed? No, punishment abided by God unfair. Take me to a place of worship and I shall tell him so, burning him. Oh dear Kimko, a belief, a strength he was, but he never heard the gruesome cries of mine. Scars littered as if stars on my light body. Oh God, what have you done? For I have realized I'm not to blame, justice I deserved that your crude, cruel self denied.

I was reading Osho and came across this passage, and I found his perspective quite interesting, especially the way he connects the fall of Rome, the rise of Christianity, and the present situation in America.

I'd like to hear what others make of his observations. What stands out to you when you read this? I'm particularly curious about the different perspectives people might have on what he's trying to convey.

Here's the passage:

Your question is that Rome, its civilization, its great culture, suddenly fell and disappeared, leaving only beautiful ruins. It happened at a time when Christianity was at its peak and Rome had become the citadel of Christianity. Yes, Christianity is responsible for Rome's fall. You will have to understand a few things.

Roman people were pagans, they had never been religious. They had never been interested in airy- fairy things, they were not esoteric at all; very earthbound, very earthly people, solid. Christianity condemned them, condemned their paganism, condemned their life of "eat, drink and be merry."

That was their whole religion in three words - the simplest religion in the world. You cannot make a more condensed catechism than this: Eat, drink, be merry. That is the whole Roman philosophy.

Christianity condemned them, condemned them so much that they stopped being pagans and started becoming religious. They dropped their old way of living joyously, luxuriously. They dropped being warriors, they dropped being imperialists; they dropped expanding, they started shrinking.

When they became Christians they started believing, "Blessed are the poor." And they wanted to get through the doors of heaven, so they started becoming poor. First psychologically you start shrinking, and then outwardly you start shrinking.

There was a time when all roads led to Rome, Rome was the world capital. Now Rome does not matter at all: whether it exists at all or not will not make any difference. Who bothers about Rome now? This is what Christianity has done to the Roman empire, culture, civilization, just with the condemnation of their material life, the condemnation of Zorba - and the Roman people were just Zorbas.

The trouble is that just by condemning the Zorba you cannot transform people into Buddhas. If you condemn them as being Zorbas then you simply destroy them. You are not a help, you are simply poisoning them. The Zorba has to be made into the foundation for the Buddha. Don't condemn the foundation; otherwise the whole edifice will become impossible. Christians committed the crime, and Rome suffered.

The same is the situation of America today. It is at the peak of its wealth, scientific knowledge, technological expertise - and it is getting caught in the hands of the Christians. Christians have never been so powerful in America as they are today.

Americans should learn a lesson from Rome; otherwise history will be repeated and the law of mediocrity will go on functioning; but I don't think Americans are going to listen.

It hurts so much to make exception for someone, say goodbye to all your morals and be faced with reality of the fact that they will never change for the better. it hurts the most when you break your own rules for someone and lower your guard, only to end up neglected, sad on your birthday and ignored when you are sick. it feel like a betrayal.

Something I've always found confusing is how people can be so quick to judge others for doing things they either do themselves or have done at some point in their lives.

Why is it so easy to point out someone else's flaws while conveniently ignoring your own? Why do people criticize others for making the same mistakes they secretly make behind closed doors?

It's almost as if people hold others to standards they don't even hold themselves to.

Is it hypocrisy? Insecurity? Projection? Or is it simply easier to judge someone else than to acknowledge your own imperfections?

I genuinely want to understand the psychology behind this. Have you noticed this in your own life? And why do you think people behave this way?