If you had very loving and caring parents growing up and now you're 22, who would you grieve more on their death?
I played that scenario in my mind and I am 22 and they were loving so we must have made very good memories right? This begs the question of not happiness, but of sadness. They were loving, yes. But you cannot have an all happy childhood. So what matters here is who was there for you in your lows? Who was there to catch you when you fall? A conditional love, yes, but present when needed, that's what counts here I think.
So the answer I reached was that at the moment of their death, I would grieve my mother more but after their death, I am more likely to remember my father and cry.
Okay, now that you're in a mood that would be more suited to what I really wanted to talk about, let's start.
No, I didn't have anything in particular when I said that but I'll still manage to come up with something interesting.
Let's talk about "Sex". A terribly important something.
A logical POV:-
A very physical process which if done with someone you're attracted to, feels even better. The rush of chemicals reaching your body parts and returning to your brain with an equally or even more heightened response from your libido to calm your horny ass, feels...orgasmic.
A emotional POV:-
You're literally connecting to someone, your breaths in sync and thinking in a direction which fills your mind with anticipation for elation that you know is coming. All of that only when done with someone you have feelings for, but what if you don't, you're just doing it cuz you thought "am I thirsty, no that ain't it, let's fuck" or with someone you aren't supposed to. That feels even more exhilarating.
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I'm a guy, so just read the following with a little handle on your calm. Imagine you've just ate her out and her breathing has gone rough, you look up and she doesn't have to say anything for you to know it's time. You ready yourself for missionary and she's on her back, you slide one hand behind her and adjust the other to give yourself support. Just when you thought you're ready, she pulls you in and you're closer than you feel comfortable and she's not making a move for the awaited kiss. Your anxiety pulls one up on you and both yours and hers breaths mix with the light panting and locked eyes. You forget where you are and that's the moment you slide. Her eyes are telling you it's going in and with each thrust you're falling in love even more.
Okay-okay that's it.
I just might turn this into something not appropriate for everyone.
So to end this, a small snack for your thoughts:
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢?
(Most people aren't angry all the time, yeah not calm all the time also but mostly are sane atleast. So to control the calm would mean increasing your limits to enjoy more situations and live more lazily, that's what counts at the last isn't it?)
Ciao
-sidhant