We are so hell-bent on talking about justice and seeing it done but often we fail to act on it, on bringing justice into our own lives even.
Or are we mistaking talking about justice for actually doing something about it?

I've been thinking about whether people actually change or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.

Do you believe someone can completely change their personality or behaviour, or do people always stay the same deep down? What made you think that?

I understand that in life there are winners and losers, those who succeed in life and those who fail in life.

But is the worth of your life overall dependent on how much you accomplish in life to the world and less dependent on the people who deem your life valuable?

im a sophomore in high school working 9-2 everyday of the week other than mondays. in the school year, my hours go down a bit. is that normal? some people say im robbed of my teenage years but others say its normal and nowaday kids are just lazy.

The most staggering thing is billions have lived and died without ever stopping to ponder this. They literally believe they are it, does what it says and never, ever stop to second guess or spot that small silent bit that observes and interacts with this phenomenon from with.

Whatchu thinking, Willis?

If yes is the answer, does society think that men will be more willing to sacrifice if they are shamed for not sacrificing?

Especially when realizing how hollow it can feel to not appreciate the process that led to the outcome, to where you can easily take things for granted..

One thing that's always stuck with me is how overwhelmingly pro-Trump the internet seemed during those years. Whether I was reading Yahoo News comments, watching political videos on YouTube, or browsing Facebook, it felt like almost every political comment section was dominated by Trump supporters. The comments were usually very critical of Obama, Hillary Clinton, and Democrats in general, while pro-Democrat comments were either rare or buried.

At the time, it genuinely made me think Trump was going to win comfortably and that the country had shifted decisively to the right. It was difficult to imagine Hillary having as much support as she ultimately received.

Looking back almost a decade later, I'm wondering whether that perception reflected reality or whether there were other factors that made the internet feel much more conservative than the electorate actually was.

Did anyone else experience this? If so, what do you think was driving it?

If I was given the option to restart as someone new or kill myself painlessly and become someone else I would. I have this problem where I always compare myself to others like for example if someone is smarter than me it’s not allowed. My brain just has to be the smartest in the world. If someone’s smarter than me I get insecure. If someone’s better than me I get insecure. If someone’s stronger than me I ask myself why I’m not the strongest in the whole world. Like wtf?

For a vast span of time, our ancestors lived in small communities, subsisting on hunting and gathering. Consequently, our bodies and minds evolved to suit that simple way of life.
However, since recorded history, the rapid and accelerating development of civilization has drastically changed the environment in which we live. Yet, our bodies and minds remain adapted to a prehistoric environment, and this mismatch is said to be a contributing factor to the sense of unease and difficulty modern people experience in life.

If that is the case, will the gap between the social systems surrounding us and our own bodies/minds continue to widen, leaving us to become increasingly suffering beings?

Or is there a scenario in which this mismatch might be resolved? Would it involve social systems moving closer to the nature of human bodies and minds? Or are human bodies and minds simply forced to catch up with social systems? (through evolution by natural selection?)

Dungeons and Dragons was very poorly thought of in my older sister's time, but nobody thinks much of it anymore. Like, people just play it with very little scrutiny. What changed in the last 40 years?

In time, I've come to recognize that many (myself included for a long time and still from time to time) get bothered by details that don't matter when zooming out at the broader picture.

An immediate one would be looks. A birthmark. A big nose. Asymmetry. Or whatever it might be. Even absolutely gorgeous people get caught up on it. See plastic surgery that slowly destroys people.

But in real life? These small features aren't a big deal.

It's the larger picture that matters. The overall harmony.

No one walks through the forest and says it's ruined because a single tree fell or grew funny.

But dent in their floor? Mark on the wall? Stain on the furniture? A mistake on their work? A fight in their relationship?

Perfection isn't possible and all the marks are patina. They tell the story and it's the broader picture that counts. Others don't see those details and think poorly.

But what does it take to get there? Why is the human experience plagued by such focus on individual mistakes and flaws at the expense of the mental health when the broader view is fine?

When we go through a difficult time, the most logical thing to do is reach out to family or close friends for support. Yet, so many of us do the exact opposite. We put on a brave face, pretend everything is fine, and isolate ourselves.

​Is this behavior driven by a fear of looking weak, a desire to avoid being a burden to others, or something deeper in how we are raised? Why is it that opening up to the people who love us can sometimes feel like the hardest thing to do?

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A lot of people worry about being judged for mistakes, awkward moments, or trying something new. But over time, many discover that most people are focused on their own lives and concerns. Was there a specific moment that made you realize this?

Did it change the way you approach social situations, public speaking or trying new things?

Basically just the title. But to elaborate on the second question, does someone’s partners political views reflect on their personal morals/ethics/beliefs in terms of what they are willing to accept

I recently had an issue with sewage backing up into my tiny apartment and responded to a post about being in jail by saying I'd have maybe chosen 'that' to get away from the filth.

Someone said there could be sewage backing up in jail, too but at least on the outside, you'd have options.

It's a tad rediculous because I OFC 'was' all ready on the outside and for various reasons--including poverty and disability--had none.

The free will to just do 'whatever--or the right thing with the ease and benefits available via doing any other one--isn't the given people like to imagine.

Thus my question.

I'm starting to notice a pattern that honestly hurts more than I want to admit.

In almost every friendship I've had, I'm the one who reaches out first. I'm the one who sends the message, suggests hanging out, checks in, or tries to keep the conversation going. If I stop making the effort, everything just... stops. No text, no "How have you been?", nothing.

What makes it so discouraging is that it isn't just one person. It's happened over and over with different people, which makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong or if this is just what adult friendships are like.

I'm not expecting people to message me every day or put in exactly the same amount of effort all the time. Life gets busy, and I understand that. But it would be nice to feel like someone actually wants me around without me having to be the one who starts everything.

After a while, constantly being the one making the first move starts to feel less like friendship and more like I'm chasing people who would probably let the connection fade if I stopped trying.

Has anyone else experienced this? Did you ever figure out whether it was just bad luck with the people you met, or is this something a lot of friendships go through?