Hawaii, Sicily, Thailand, am so fond of the art work behind all of the title credits. Are those illustrations original artworks made for the show, inspired by existing art, or AI-assisted?
Last night at a movie theater, the girl next to me kept eating chips and it affected me "intensely". the repetitive cycle of hand going into the packet (crinkle for 5 seconds), pulling chips out (more crinkle for 5 seconds), chewing sounds, pause for 10 seconds and repeating crinkle again for almost an hour made me unbelievably irritated and restless.I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore and eventually left.
So part of me keeps wondering why the burden feels entirely on me to “control my reaction” rather than questioning why environments like movie theaters normalize constant loud snack packaging and eating sounds in the first place?
How do you all deal with situations like these at the movies?
I’m 33F, a bit old-school, romantic, and someone who feels things deeply. I identify as demisexual and tend to form strong emotional bonds.
Last year, I was in a short but very intense situationship (about 6 months). We connected deeply through our dogs, which made it feel almost spiritual to me. I loved him selflessly, maybe more than I’ve ever loved anyone.
Then life happened. We moved to different cities for work and tried long distance. That’s when things started to shift. My anxiety turned into what I now understand as limerence. Meanwhile, he kept using dating apps “to make friends,” and eventually he met someone and very quickly got engaged.
It broke me in a way I didn’t think was possible. I had moments where I felt like I didn’t want to exist. It took me about 40 days just to get back to functioning: cleaning, cooking, smiling. I’m better now, but I still have breakdowns. I feel like a part of me is permanently broken.
I’ve tried meeting people where I live (small dating pool), but everything is platonic and unable to connect with anyone. I don’t have the energy to start over again. I feel like it’s just me and my dog.
I’ve been thinking about moving to Europe in a couple of years, starting fresh in a quieter place, focusing on reading, art, and exploring with little money I have.But I also wonder:Am I running away, or is this a valid path?
I’d really like to hear from other women who have:
- experienced limerence or a deep heartbreak like this
- chosen singlehood intentionally
- moved to a new country after a breakup
Did it help? Did you feel freer or more lonely?I’d appreciate any honest experiences.