satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
The Dreamer of Digital Wealth
For years, Ethan had worked tirelessly in jobs that barely paid the bills. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many hours he put in, the money was never enough. His paycheck would disappear as soon as it arrived, swallowed by rent, bills, and the never-ending cost of living. He had long since given up on the idea of ever owning a house or even going on a real vacation. Financial stability felt like a distant dream, always just out of reach.
By Galip Yüksel2 years ago in Humans
The bug inside my head. Content Warning.
We all get sick at some point. We either had a fever, a cold, or something more serious. In my case, it was always like this as far back as I can remember. High fever, the occasional virus, a cold, stomach problems, etc. Nothing that rest, tea, and medicine can't solve. Until I got sick with something specific. This illness started discreetly and slowly; I got sicker and sicker until it took over me. This illness has something different from the ones I've had before, since first it makes my head sick—yes, my head as if it were a little bug that starts to take control of my head and then my body. This bug is very intelligent; it makes you sick at the most vulnerable moment and with the most insecurities. This bug takes its time to persuade me; it talks to me, but as if it were talking to me through my thoughts, as if it were sending them through a little tube inside my head that goes straight to my thoughts. This disease is very destructive because somehow this little bug convinces you and manipulates you by telling you what is best, what you have to do, and what is right. Within my desperation, my hatred, and my insecurities, I believe it and leave it; I pay attention to it, and I even agree with what it suggests (forces me). You don't know the happiness, the joy I felt at the moment when "My bug's best friend" showed me that I had lost a kilo. "It means that it works, that I'm right," I tell myself. Are you right? Are you right? No, it's impossible; you have nothing. Since you got in there, you get lost, you get confused, and you feel that you are at your best, that you finally control yourself, but it's the opposite; you lose control in front of this little bug. I remember so many atrocities that you made me do and so much harm that you did to me that you led me to other problems. I remember how you hated what gave me life, what kept me energized and healthy. How you made me look in the mirror and make me see something totally different even though I could already feel my ribs; I could even count them, but you were never satisfied. I never reach to your expectecions bug. “Who’s going to love you like that? Today don’t even think about going over 500 calories, and find a way to burn 1000; that way you’ll be prettier and... thinner,” you would tell me. I remember having counted wrong once; I went wrong; I remember the terror you made me suffer; I started exercising immediately; I had to lose weight to make up for my crime. Months went by; my mother noticed I was thinner shortly after starting school; they bombarded me with questions, but I knew how to lie. My boat always came back full, and my mother soon after took me to my doctor. She was a doctor who was like an aunt,oneof my mothers best friends. I remember weighing myself beforehand to make sure I was okay—that I was thin and light enough. I remember when I first got in and she hugged me; her face was sad. She looked at me as if I had done something horrible, and she was right; even so, they weighed me, and I remember her words, “No, you can’t weigh this.” My recovery was horrible at first. I had to do things that were forbidden by my little bug. I had to eat. It was a roller coaster of twists, turns, and ups. It was so overwhelming that I kept trying to negotiate with the doctor. And I weighed every food I devised; I counted every calorie each day and added it up for a weekly total. Little bug, you play harder and worse in my recovery, this is going to save me. It was a lot; I couldn’t handle you telling me one thing and my parents telling me another. At the same time, I had to fake a smile at school because telling this wasn’t an option. I cut myself off; I would like to say it was once, but it was more. “I won’t stop until I see blood,” I thought. Luckily, my scars were gone. It burned; it burned a lot, but it made me forget for the moment; my head finally went to something else, to the burning. I hate you so much, little bug; how could you do this to me? I was 11 years old, i remeberd how much my back hurts when i sat in a chair beacuse of the bone of my spine hitting the hard chair, or when it was hard to breath when i came up stairs. little bug, all because of your obsession with me whit my body , with your obsesion to lose weight to be healthy or what you call healthy that is to be more and more thinner until i cant anymore and die . What a liar you are. Anorexia, they told me your name was Little Bug. I want to tell you that I'm okay now, that I finally got rid of control, that I'm finally cured, because I make my own decisions because I have control now of myself as it should be... and one more thing, don't come back; never come back because nobody misses you here. I'm happy, and listen to me well. I can eat beacuse i want to live.
By Penny Prada2 years ago in Humans
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias
Navya Naveli Nanda's Achievement: A Mirror to Society's Gender Bias Prejudice and discrimination based on gender persist because gender stereotypes are reinforced through a variety of channels, such as the media, socialization, education, and leisure activities. In addition to highlighting the pervasive prejudices that society still harbours against women, this article criticizes how modern society readily criticizes women who hold comparable success and power but ignore the accomplishments of powerful men. It focuses on Navya Nanda's experiences with online criticism regarding her achievements because of gender bias and examines different aspects of gender stereotyping and its effects on women's career advancement.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Humans
Everything You Charge to Know About Architecture Your Own Tiny Home
As the billow of tiny homes prove, big things appear in baby packages. Over the years, backdrop with bound aboveboard footage accept acquired from a buzzy accession apartment advantage to a space-efficient way to alive your best life. But while there are affluence of companies that advertise billet tiny homes—or body custom options from scratch—many adeptness homeowners are demography affairs into their own easily by creating a DIY tiny houses.
By Pritifinds2 years ago in Humans
What Is 'Dark Tourism'? Kerala witnesses increase in 'dark tourism' amidst Wayanad landslides
The afterlife assessment in the adverse landslides in Wayanad is acceptable to cantankerous 300 with array still missing. Amid this, Kerala Badge has apprenticed bodies to abstain 'dark tourism' in the accustomed calamity-hit region.
By Pritifinds2 years ago in Humans
Unfulfilled Dreams
Why Can’t I Reach My Stars? Once vivid aspirations are now dim embers. Life's tides carried me away from the shores of my dreams. A heart heavy with what could have been yearns for a reality painted with passion. Time slips away, leaving behind echoes of unrealized potential.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Humans
Black Swan Murder Trial - Feminist Entertainment
Way to Go Ashley! She really knows how to fight for women's rights with a bang - literally. She is currently on trial for fatally shooting her husband. The prosecution claims she's a murderer who couldn't think of any other way to get her husband out of her and her daughter's lives. The defense states that after years of documented abuse, Ashley finally defended herself against her abuser. I'm totally with the defense.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Humans
Conflict - Veganism Vs Against Veganism
Vegans appetite us to anticipate anxiously about what we eat. Absolutely the bad practices abounding in accelerated agriculture accomplish able arguments adjoin meat, dairy, eggs. But it may be harder to body a case adjoin what ability be declared ‘humane’ agriculture (though some anticipate there is no such thing). Affliction can be bargain or alone in the bigger agriculture practices. So again the accent apropos killing. But is it absolutely bright that we absolutely affliction not to annihilate and again eat animals? There are three capital arguments adjoin this: we’re told that the assembly and burning of meat is bad for us, bad for the environment, and bad for the animals who get eaten. Actuality I’ll be absorbed in the third claim.
By Pritifinds2 years ago in Humans
Training anamnesis in dogs: Aggregate you charge to apperceive for teaching a reliable recall
Teaching a reliable anamnesis is one affair best dog parents strive for, but it’s a ambush that’s not consistently accessible to master. The acceptable account is that every dog — adamant ones included — can apprentice the art of a dependable recall. It aloof takes a accomplished amount of patience, a (big) pocketful of the best dog treats and the best dog toys to advice attract them to ‘come’ to you in the aboriginal place, and accolade them abundantly already they do.
By Pritifinds2 years ago in Humans
Contentment vs Complacency
In a world that constantly pushes for more—more success, more wealth, more recognition—it's essential to understand the subtle but critical difference between contentment and complacency. Both states of mind significantly impact our personal and professional lives, but they lead us in opposite directions. Balancing ambition with satisfaction requires a deep understanding of these two concepts and their implications.
By AKANJI ABDULAFEEZ2 years ago in Humans
