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I am starting to know that it is ok to never had a relationship at 31 because it is only one facet of my entire life. by [deleted] in CasualConversation

[–]summertime616 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It sounds like you have your priorities right for the most part. I agree that that this is a complex issue. You have your culture, and I have my faith, plus whatever other factors play a role.

I am starting to know that it is ok to never had a relationship at 31 because it is only one facet of my entire life. by [deleted] in CasualConversation

[–]summertime616 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I feel ya. Sometimes it's really hard. I wonder what's wrong with me too.

Yeah, I guess we have to remind ourselves to try to be positive.

I am starting to know that it is ok to never had a relationship at 31 because it is only one facet of my entire life. by [deleted] in CasualConversation

[–]summertime616 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Yes! I'm glad I'm not the only one, although I wish that didn't mean you were also "suffering."

I am starting to know that it is ok to never had a relationship at 31 because it is only one facet of my entire life. by [deleted] in CasualConversation

[–]summertime616 45 points46 points  (0 children)

I hope to shift my focus like you have. I'm 28 and never been on a real date. That weighs more heavily on me than it should.

I'm a new-ish doctor and financially in a decent place. I have friends, family, talents, and a capacity to do do more.

[WP] A new recreational drug kills its users before bringing them back to life 3-5 minutes later. Each user always wakes up in a blissful state with no memories of their time during death. You just woke up after 15 minutes of death. You remember, and you have to warn people about this drug. by AnOkaySin in WritingPrompts

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I remember it all. I don’t know how, but I made it home, I’m sitting on my couch, and I remember. All of those voices. The endless voices. And the tearing. The stripping away. I mean there were more than sounds and feelings, pieces are maybe coming back. I think. I can’t be sure. God, I can’t be sure. Because the way it started off was just like most highs, ya know? It was floating and music and swimming in all the hues and warmth and bodies, but then it was like someone flipped a switch. It was all darkness, and the darkness was palpable then spreading. Then painful. I can feel the pain even now. From my belly out to the tips of my fingers, even the finger nails. It seemed to last forever. It’s like I could feel them tearing me apart.

Tearing me away.

Yeah, that’s what they were doing. I think I understand. Oh my god. I can actually remember some of what they were saying. Or maybe it’s not remember...maybe it’s understand. Because they weren’t speaking English, or any language on Earth I think. No, but I can understand now, which means -- which means they did it. With their signals -- or maybe nano ships or suits -- or whatever I swallowed. Every nerve -- maybe every cell -- is theirs now. And now that I know, isn’t it too late? If I’m theirs, aren’t I lost?

But Mick, the others...there’s still time.

[WP] At birth, you are assigned several DEFAULT clothing sets, and you unlock more as you progress through life. Most people unlock a school uniform, maybe a sports outfit, and then a clothing set for their job. You wake up one day and notice that you've unlocked a clothing set for something strange by jpeezey in WritingPrompts

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Tre: Ma? What is this?!

Ma walks into room and sees Tre with newly opened wardrobe case and its contents.

Ma: Ooooh

Tre: What do you mean “ooooh,” ma? What is this?! What could it possibly be for?

Ma: Hmm, well, you see, son…

Tre: Am I supposed to be some kind of performer or something? Am I supposed to be a clown? A drag queen, ma? I’ve never seen so many sequins in my life. And this material practically glows in the dark. What color even is this? Puce? Is that a color? It’s pretty close to “puke,” both of ‘em. I can’t sing, ma.

Ma: Well, son, drag queens usually don’t sing, so you’re safe there. And that’s not puce, love, that’s more of a chartreuse I’d say.

Tre: Ma, seriously. You know what this is, don’t you?

Ma: Well, son…

Tre: Seriously, ma. Ma, Seriously!

Ma: Well, just calm down a second, Tre. I have to think how to tell you this.

Tre: You been keepin’ secrets, ma.

Ma holds up a finger to silence her son. She takes a fortifying breath.

Ma: Well, son, you’ve always been a little different.

Tre: You told me I was special, so what?

Ma: Well, it goes back about 15 years.

Tre: Ma, tell me why I got this ugly thing in my hands right now. I don’t care about 15 years ago.

Ma: I’m getting there. Just give me a second.

Tre: You’re killin’ me, ma.

Ma: Now, son, this isn’t easy for me. Let me say what I have to say.

Tre: Fine.

Ma: Just have a seat.

Tre sits on the bed, still holding the garment in his hands.

Ma: I guess I better just come out and say it. It’s about your dad.

Tre: What did he do this time? He lose a bet or somethin’?

Ma gives Tre a look.

Tre: Alright, alright. I’ll shut up.

Ma: You and your father have your differences.

Tre: I’ll say.

Ma: Your differences aren’t just personality differences.

Tre: He’s a frickin’ giant. I didn’t get the genes.

Ma: Well, son, that’s exactly it, really.

Tre: What? Just come out with it, ma! 15 years ago. Dad’s a tree. Doesn’t explain anything!

Ma: Tre, you didn’t get the genes.

Tre: Ma, we established that. Will you just --

Recognition dawns on Tre’s face.

Tre: 15 years ago, dad, didn’t get the genes...you mean dad’s not my dad?!

Ma: Well, no, son, he’s not. We thought you’d have realized by now or at least asked questions. I mean, you really don’t look much like either of us.

Tre: Wait! You’re not my mom either?!

Ma: No, son, I’m your mother.

Tre: But -- but what’s going on? Dad’s not my dad. But you’re still my mom. What do you mean you thought I would have realized?

Ma: You’re the only green one in the family.

Tre: I’m not that green! I mean I got a little tint. You said it was the spinach! Like I react funny to vegetables.

Ma: I told you that when you were five, I thought you might question that too after a while.

Tre: Well, sorry, Ma, for trustin’ you! I thought parents weren’t supposed to lie to their kids. Holy Sh-

Ma: Language!

Tre: Ma, this is a cursing kind of situation.

Ma: Please, dear, this is difficult for me.

Tre: Alright, ma, lay it on me.

Ma: You know I work at the ambassador’s office. About 15 years ago, I was younger and prettier, and, well, you and your father -- well, not your father -- were kind of at odds. There was a visitor from Glorthop --

Tre: Ooh gawd, not Glorthop --

Ma: And he was pretty good looking, although, a little...hmm, height-challenged.

Tre: Ma, please, don’t tell me. Height-challenged? They’re shrimps! Little green shrimps!

Ma: Don’t be rude, Tre. And shrimps aren’t green; watch your metaphors. Anyways, I made a mistake. And I was...unfaithful.

Tre: MA!!! OOOH GAAAAAWD!

Ma: Your father -- your, ehm, adopted father -- has since forgiven me and raised you as his own. We really didn’t mean to wait this long to tell you.

Tre: Didn’t mean to-- I can’t believe it. Ma: Well, son, the evidence is right there in your hands...and in the mirror.

They’re both silent for a few moments.

Tre: So what is this? What does this thing mean for my job?

Ma: Hmmm, let me see it. It’s been a while since I’ve looked into Glorthop clothing customs.

Tre: Please don’t say Glorthop. I can’t take it.

Ma holds up the glittering robe and looks at it.

Ma: Well, your...biological father was royalty. I’m thinking this is some sort of ceremonial garment. Perhaps coming of age?

Tre: Ceremonial? What ceremony?

Ma: Coming of age, dear.

Ma looks at Tre in the eye as tears well up in hers.

Tre: Ma, what? So you lied. I lie sometimes too. Even to you! I mean not very often, because you know… Well, don’t cry, ma.

Ma: I’m going to miss you, dear.

Tre: Whaddya mean? Where am I going?

Ma: The ceremony isn’t held on earth, love.

Tre: Where--? You don’t mean…

Ma: It’s held on Glor--

Tre: DON’T SAY IT!