Just a quick short story about life, living in a class system society and the rush of time.
If we're all freaks with a buttload of baggae, what is there to lose when being honest about our negative side with new partners? Let me elaborate on how I think many of us share their gross, weird and dark sides step by step.
I wanna see for myself if I'm happier when I force myself to not use social media for a week. Read how I have planned it and join me in this experiment!
Tinder, the spinning wheel of genitalia-fortune! What could go wrong, using an app that let's you label potential partners in the categories of dateable and not dateable...?
Since I've finished my studies, the favorite question of everyone (and my most dreaded one) seems to be what I'm gonna do with my life now. And I don't know. Therefore, I've developed two strategies to tackle annoyingly profound questions.
Finishing school at 18, studying ‘til the mid-20s, finding a job soon after, the love of a lifetime along the way, getting married before turning 30 and having kids soon after… Is this what we need to be happy?
After realizing how different my life is now that I'm older and officially done wasting my young years, I decided to talk about good and bad things occuring when growing up. I guess these are normal life changes I wanted to reflect on.
While crossing the border between Cambodia and Thailand by foot, I remembered injustices at border controls going beyond the human dignity. I share a story of xenophia that lowered my belief in basic human decency.
I explain why I changed the name of this blog and why 'New Honesty' doesn't fit anymore. More than anyting I am writing about how many people are defined by life goals or career goals and why I don't want that for myself. I want to be happy but is there a helpful life manual somewhere?