It has been a dream ive secretly had but never dared to hope being asked. The honor of being a godfather. My best friend and his girl together asked me. It is truly humbling… ive never felt so deeply happy
Even with 0 upvotes here, it still feels like a bond
Just for how insanely annoying it is that it could’ve been one of the most insanely grestest films of all time. Youtube/shorts has cut the movie into clips, and they sre so grest in their own right from the animation to the humour and to just.. the spectacle.
But, god, the movie doesnt understand how great their drawings are. Nothing is allowed to just linger.
You are shown a huge boat or submarine, then it cuts right off to the next scene, its so fast, your brain isnt allowed to take in what it is looking at. And the god awful generic orchestral music just KILLS the payoff from every scene.
I just wosh they could remake the movie, and just edit the scenes that show big new information, and allow it to settle in half a second-to a second longer. Change the music and make it memorable, make it fit the atmosphere of the scenes on film.
Its annoying how grest it could have been.
Just a beautiful little interview with John Rhys Davies about his growth as a person through his fans
Some foreword is warranted, being that i am in an extremely priveledged position of having a person in my life that cares about me wherever i am and whatever i do. I recognize this. At the same time, my upbringing relates connection and communication to being as down to earth as possible when it comes to love.
How i view posts from facebook containing for example; a specific situation about waking up with "your person" and feeling them, then going and making breakfast together, and just knowing that everything is okay. Then insert any picture of a beautiful couple standing close caressing in the kitchen with this situation explained in text on top.
How my body reacts to this is that i just dont feel anything through these posts. I barely send memes to my friends, because i find "i can relate to that" humor... kind of cringe? And i just have to admit to myself that it seems to extend to these facebook posts as well. But man do i feel bad for her, because she probably does find good feelings through sending me these messages, and just wants to connect with me. And i genuinely do understand where she is coming from. i connect with her when we are together and sharing my appreciation for her when she is there in the flesh.
I thought a long time about this, because its such a seemingly small and innocuous thing that bothers me so much. And what i conclude with is that i am not willing to "play along" that i like this for the rest of my life that i genuinely consider sharing my time with her.
The reasoning being is that i just feel fake in response to her, i find it floaty and unnecessary, it just doesnt feel grounded in reality to sum up relationships in facebook memes.
So how do i communicate that
More core belief is that people will not just survive, but will prosper. The big turn is upon everybody.
If love is the answer your home.
I am thankful in my life to have recently lived to experience the turning point of my life. This song channeled this healing ive longed for since i was nine, 21 years ago.
It was not the song itself that healed me, it merely channeled it to completion.
Thank you daft punk, I think your duo is the closest I as an atheist can come to some sort of divinity.
Me 30M began dating 34F with two kids (3 and 11) four months ago now. It has been admittedly a bumpy road with a LOT of communication.
I consider both of us as having very good EQ, read eachothers body language, compatibility is very high.
The bumps in the road occurs mostly in terms of what her soul, for lack of a better word, needs. She lost her previous 17 year long relationship after he passer away to brutal circumstances. Today she is facing an aunt who is at end stage cancer, and she basically considers her as her mother she didnt have.
These are big heavy themes. We began dating 2-3 years after his passing, and from her own words and behaviour i a know she wants me to be her future partner. The bumps at the beginning of us talking was me making sure that this is something i am willing commit to in the first place, getting to know her before interacting and developing bonds with her children.
4 months later I have began interacting with her kids, and they are lovely in every way. She is lovely is every way. She wants to make sure i have space for myself, she does understand how «much» this is to take in. At the same time, she has been through so much, and with her having many important things she prioritizes, now talking especially this aunt who doesnt have long left, i am facing a choice of going to her home country and visit during my summer vacation, and the physically possible date to do all this and visit (this includes driving with the kids) her aunt is the day before i go back to work.
So, after 4 months of dating i am facing driving 12+ hours with her children, and meeting her whole family and her dying aunt, while at the same time balancing wether it is too early for this and what I want!
We have spoken about it, and found out that it would be too much, and i need more time for all this. But, i also know how important her aunt is to her and that its something she would carry forever that i didnt go…
I just dont know. I know ive felt love for her, and all these elements produces a heavy lump in my stomach, its gauging how important she is to me up to what i am willing to compromise/sacrifice in order to make something happen that she really needs.
I know she doesnt want to put me in any position where i do something i dont want to do, but in this case i think its a large culture difference between the two of us.
My workplace has healthcare related responsebilities, and by experience my brain needs time to process big events, especially ones lasting a week. It makes me afraid i wont be able to perform safely at work if i show up absolutely emotionally exhausted, without the proper time to thing and feel about where i am in my own head and what it all means.
It really feels like a rock and a hard place.
Long story short the ring got cracked to the point where it wasnt feasable to sit on anymore. The procrastinator i am, replacing mentioned seat takes months. Long enough to where the sharp, cold edges of the main ceramic body meets my buttocks start to develop callus strength.
Once replaced, it feels like the ring has too much surface area, generating too much pressure on my legs. Seat up, i now produce optimal pooping gravity and can force without increasing blood pressure in my legs, if needed. (Dont force poop, thats how you get problems)
I didn’t quite know where to put this in all this subs categories, it is more of a realization that has taken many years.
You may be suprised to learn that, this is a man posting this. Not a woman. And I firmly believe that simple mental barrier has mentally blocked me from accepting this part of myself. Many situations in my childhood and growing up have had difficult situations involving boys evovling to men, or men in groups just being men.
The energy we carry, where feats of strength, displays of accomplishments, competition of humour, reading a room and who is who, the ease of which we can ridicule eachother for small things to «ease tension» and at the same time, never discuss the recent emotional turmoil each of us experience in our lives.
How we can be best friends with each other, yet, also not know eachother at all. I do have significant male friendships built on respect and trust, and sharing what we go through. Blessed with a fair few in fact. But, just the knowing of how many guys out there suffer, never share, and also are willing to be tough on the outside, make jokes and make fun of you as a person. «Give shit» and not take into consideration (in my case, taking into consideration that i just dont behave the way that might be expected from a dude).
I grew to fear men, not because i am scared to be physicslly hurt, for me its just been hard to accept i cant part-take in the conversations with the person i am, as much i would like to. The fastest way to end a conversation, or be sort of ostrisized from a potential friend group is *nuance*. Because it is very often just a joke, most things are meant to be laughed at. Most things are meant to find the humourous side and not be discussed in its «intircacies». Not because men are stupid, but i think its because we are conditioned to be careful of leading conversations somewhere that actually could be considered *real*. Something containing real emotional considerations and consequences.
Something that equates to understanding what a dude is going through.
It’s nothing about men being bad people, it about the fact that i can reveal who i am, and not being able to trust that most men wont be able to fight their conditioned spirits to not ridicule and belittle the struggles or nuances of who i am, the inability to want to understand, the difficulty of carrying someone elses weight for even a second.