u/CuriousPositivee

Somewhere in Sudan, Palestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me.

He is more disciplined, more resilient, ano holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.

The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.

My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.

My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.

It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away.

one of the single greatest tactic for your social life is the concept of "assumed familiarity". once you know this concept you notice it in every charismatic person

just act like you've known others for years already

breaks ice and calms nerves of others quite quickly

It's a great trait and not just in romantic relations but across the board. Some people of course will take offence at the familiar tone.

Hey, if you’ve scrolled past a dozen posts today and somehow stopped at this one, maybe give it a minute?

I’ll be honest , writing one of these feels oddly vulnerable. But here we are.

I’m a finance professional based in Mumbai, which means my weeks can get hectic and my brain is often doing math in the background. But outside of spreadsheets and market calls, I’m someone who genuinely enjoys being present with the people I care about.

A few things that make me, me:

Music is probably my most honest companion. Doesn’t matter if it’s 7am on a run or 11pm winding down there’s always something playing. My taste is all over the place and I love discovering what other people listen to. Running keeps me sane. There’s something about putting on your shoes and just going that clears everything. Would genuinely love someone to run with someday, or at least someone who doesn’t find it weird that I track my splits.

Coffee shops are my third space. I love finding a good corner in a café, people-watching, reading, or just talking for hours without realising the time.

I drink socially and enjoy it, could be a good whisky, a cold beer on a warm evening, a cocktail at a rooftop bar. No pressure either way, just being upfront.

I read a fair bit , everything from fiction to long form essays to the occasional rabbit hole on random history. I love conversations that go somewhere unexpected.

What I’m looking for is straightforward, even if it’s not easy to find: someone I can build something real with. Slow, comfortable, genuine. Someone I can talk to about big ideas and also completely nonsense things. Someone who has their own life, their own passions, and wants a partner who shows up.

Mumbai based would be wonderful,

If any of this resonated , even a little drop me a message. Tell me what you’re listening to right now, or your coffee order, or literally anything. I’m a good listener and I promise I’ll actually write back.

Hey, if you’ve scrolled past a dozen posts today and somehow stopped at this one, maybe give it a minute?

I’ll be honest , writing one of these feels oddly vulnerable. But here we are.

I’m a finance professional based in Mumbai, which means my weeks can get hectic and my brain is often doing math in the background. But outside of spreadsheets and market calls, I’m someone who genuinely enjoys being present with the people I care about.

A few things that make me, me:

Music is probably my most honest companion. Doesn’t matter if it’s 7am on a run or 11pm winding down there’s always something playing. My taste is all over the place and I love discovering what other people listen to. Running keeps me sane. There’s something about putting on your shoes and just going that clears everything. Would genuinely love someone to run with someday, or at least someone who doesn’t find it weird that I track my splits.

Coffee shops are my third space. I love finding a good corner in a café, people-watching, reading, or just talking for hours without realising the time.

I drink socially and enjoy it, could be a good whisky, a cold beer on a warm evening, a cocktail at a rooftop bar. No pressure either way, just being upfront.

I read a fair bit , everything from fiction to long form essays to the occasional rabbit hole on random history. I love conversations that go somewhere unexpected.

What I’m looking for is straightforward, even if it’s not easy to find: someone I can build something real with. Slow, comfortable, genuine. Someone I can talk to about big ideas and also completely nonsense things. Someone who has their own life, their own passions, and wants a partner who shows up.

Mumbai based would be wonderful,

If any of this resonated , even a little drop me a message. Tell me what you’re listening to right now, or your coffee order, or literally anything. I’m a good listener and I promise I’ll actually write back.

The Retard gets what he wants because he knows what he wants and simply goes and gets it. The retard doesn't stop and just keeps shooting, completely oblivious to why he misses, he keeps shooting and eventually hits a few shots. Eventually developing real skill after taking enough shots, even if it looks unorthodox and he can't explain it himself.

The "Genius" wastes all his time coming up with imagined situations of how things should play out, overthinking every tiny detail of what may happen and what they should do if X happens, or Y or Z. Then spends months mentally masturbating by writing essays about their "special" thoughts, theories and ideas without having talked to one girl. They drown themselves in thinking and explaining just to avoid their own fear of being rejected.

we weren't made evolutionarily as human beings like we're supposed to be living in a village and see about 100 people in our lifetime

that's the vast majority of human history...that's how we did it and I still feel like in a way that's how we're socialized...it's why if you feel left out of a group it's very painful"

even social media for example you looking at stuff you know damn why is everybody life is so good...that's also is a basic primal thing

when the lust fades away with the link and you look her in the eyes and all you see is a broken girl who's never been treated right a single day in her life, so u promise her the world before you head back to your GF's house.

The entire existence of DINK(Double income No Kids) couples is projecting how happy they are, doing good without kids while being jealous of people who are actually happy!

You can be childfree or whatever you wish to be, but this wont rub the fact that children are not your children, but life’s longingness to continue itself.

I have never seen someone doing financially doing well as a couple and then going downhill because they decided to have a couple of kids. (never)

Times like these where people are becoming too inward oriented, i bring a sense of extrovertedness and a light hearted demeanour, which made me find ways with people to climb up in personal and professional areas to some extent.

A lot of people even majority of them who i meet have their guards up almost all the times when I interact with them initially.

This works with them since everyone in their minds no matter how immune they want to become of the outside world, craves recognition of some sort. I think a cajoling helps to blur those guards and see their jolly side or the side that they feel they have lost somewhere.

Treating people right and i am not saying politcally right or woke shit here, people like to let loose of them and some conversations really workout. Having said that, sometimes i feel to get the real people out, i become a people pleaser, resorting to self deprecation humor a lot of time, but i don’t feel bad about it.

However, when you read a lot of social media slop (not the IG brain rot), you tend to find stuff or material which always asks you to be mysterious and bla bla. This makes me wonder if you would like someone frantically trying to be mysterious or someone who is transparent with you and making eye contact a little longer than usual and sprinkling it with light hearted humor which makes you feel that you are being listened to.

Potato Potaato. Whatever.

men who make misogynistic jokes tend to be more respectful and genuine in real life than the performative feminist men who force an entire personality just to hit

Zizek must be high on something when he wrote You're not healed when you wholly understand yourself but when you don't matter to yourself anymore. You're healed once you internalize you must fight for something bigger than yourself: you fight for your family; you fight for love; you fight for art; you fight for meaning. Maybe you fight for political change or perhaps you're a fanatical writer or scientist. The real goal of psychoanalysis is paradoxical; it's precisely to liberate you from yourself to bring you to the point where you can finally forget about yourself and work for a greater cause.

For me, the deepest form of intimacy has never been physical or even verbal declarations of love. It’s been curiosity, the kind that makes you want to understand how another person is built from the inside out. Not to pry into their life, but to genuinely understand how they think, what they feel, what experiences shaped them, and how their past continues to influence who they are today.

Every person carries layers that remain hidden unless someone is willing to ask meaningful questions that invite honesty rather than performance. Questions about what changed them, what helped them survive difficult times, what lessons they learned through pain, and what burdens or memories they still carry, even when they act as though they don’t.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to believe that intimacy isn’t created through grand declarations. It’s created through revelation. Through those rare moments when someone allows you to see the unpolished, unfiltered parts of themselves, the parts they don’t usually show the world.

Some people connect with you because they know your story. Others connect with you because they want to understand the way your mind works. Both matter, but the latter often creates a deeper and more lasting bond.

At its heart, asking thoughtful questions is a way of saying: “I don’t want the version of you that you’ve carefully curated for everyone else. I want to know the person underneath, the one that’s real”

Its not that deep.

your parents being addicted to reels/short form content is a disheartening thing to witness. it sucks to see their personality going through atrophy.

it's my biggest reason to hate big tech, that they managed to make a demographic consisting of people who are fully mature, not impressionable, arguably were tech averse a decade ago completely hooked on content of rage and misinformation.

The most radical thing an Indian city can offer right now isn’t a new mall or a rooftop bar. It’s a bench. A corner. A spot with no agenda attached to it. Somewhere you can just exist without spending, producing, or optimising. We’re more starved for that than we think.

And yet somehow we’ve convinced ourselves that a bench is a failure of infrastructure. The city didn’t forget to build places to sit , we forgot to sit in them. The radical act isn’t the bench. It’s deciding you’re allowed to just be there.

I have discovered how Mumbaikars forge strong souls, it amazes me even after 4 years of settling in here.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small cafe, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Delhi, we would simply turn it down. Mumbaikars do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were. So I did not complain.

The waiter asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in June, indoors, for the price of two coffee.

The act of making music, clothes, art, or even food has a very different, and possibly more beneficial effect on us than simply consuming those things.

And yet for a very long time, the attitude of the state toward teaching and funding the arts has been in direct opposition to fostering creativity among the general population.

It can often seem that those in power don't want us to enjoy making things for ourselves , they'd prefer to establish a cultural hierarchy that devalues our amateur efforts and encourages consumption rather than creation. This might sound like I believe there is some vast conspiracy at work, which I don't, but the situation we find ourselves in is effectively the same as if there were one.

The way we are taught about music, and the way it's socially and economically positioned, affect whether it's integrated (or not) into our lives, and even what kind of music might come into existence in the future. Capitalism tends toward the creation of passive consumers, and in many ways this tendency is counterproductive.