u/pm_me_raunchy_briefs

I know you are awake.

I know that because I am awake.

It is not that difficult to spot that one person in the crowd who is sober, jaded, and completely lost in their own thoughts.

You try to focus when normal people yap but you cannot relate to them.

You try to stay chirpy but life always brings you down.

You try to keep your mind empty but it gets filled with what-ifs and regrets.

Mostly because of strict parents: the inability to relate and stay smiling, I mean.

Partly because others are so boring and easy to impress: "you're telling me that the most interesting thing that's happened to you today was that you and the conductor laughed over how to return 2rs? wow your life is so deep and meaningful", you say sarcastically, knowing very well that it'll go over their normie heads, and they'll think you've complimented them.

These are the kind of people that will sleep soundly.

They sleep, and you stay awake.

What secrets do you hold?

Do you take a stroll in the middle of night, despite all the howls of the dogs?

Do you watch something naughty, just hoping no one catches you, so that you can do something to yourself you have been yearning to do?

Or, do you just stay up in the night because the mornings are too bright and loud, the afternoons are too filled with expectations of what to eat for lunch, and the evenings are filled with traffic of going and coming to the same place and same set of arguments?

I know.

You stay up all night because that's the only time you can finally hear your breath fall on your lips.

You stay up because the moon is stiller, quieter, and lighter than the sun.

You stay up because those that will bring you down, are down themselves.

You stay up, sometimes out of choice, sometimes out of an urge, and sometimes... because of a hope.

A hope that you will meet someone like-minded.

Maybe it's time staying up became more worthwhile than just staring at a screen and fantasizing?

I know you want to forget your woes.

I know that because I do too.

I know it'll be harder than finding a needle in a haystack, but still, let me try.

"There was so much to learn, so much to gain. But somewhere along the way, we lost ourselves. We forgot to learn about ourselves."

tl;dr— Any trauma you name, I've gone through it. Multiple times. My beaten up inner child will probably never heal. If you have faced similar tribulations, let's connect.

I'm basically a vagrant now. My so-called father, without any prior notice, sold the house that I and my mom live in; essentially making us homeless. The perfect time to try to find a sense of belonging in this broken world, don't you think?

"We chase information. The pervasive competitiveness makes us crave more and more tidbits. We become experts. We can almost quote obscure memes. But we can barely articulate why our heart aches, despite all the 'information'."

I hate long weekends.

Here's why.

My childhood friends are not in the city. My college friends disconnected a long time ago. Colleagues can never be called friends because of internal politics. Who do you have left then to spend time with?

I used to be a bibliophile, now not much since I've renounced most of the classics because of their colonial roots and completely into indie publishers, or non-white writers.

I used to be obsessively into walking to lose weight, but my knees have given up these days.

I used to hate cars and shout at them. These days I am scared of them + no point in shouting as their glass windows don't let any sound inside.

It's been a lot of years since I've stayed up for hours and hours and talked about life, kind of an live-introspection, thinking-out-loud binge session.

We will vibe if you were/are poor and self-made, had an abusive childhood, had a long series of unfortunate romances, have chronic diseases, and generally hate normies for having the most braindead takes. Not into God/Celeb/Cricketer worshippers AT ALL.

I could be called left-leaning.

I hate noise.

Basically if you are someone driven by spite and fatigue, we will have a lot to talk about.

Spite does not equal to bigotry or misogyny or ableism, so don't come and expect me to laugh with you when you spew rubbish.

Recently got fired because of the cultural mismatch and office politics, and have no job lined up, so, my trauma has way more time to constantly knock on my door 😋

I used to believe in 'found family', I don't know if I still do, but I'm open minded enough to let Bangalore show me if it is different from Chennai.

I am practically looking for intimacy in any of the following forms: platonic (non-sexual); pseudo-romantic, completely casual, or borderline sexual, or discussions of NSFW nature (but not engaging in any nsfw acts); bond about being in LDR; or just music + movie buddies.

Basically I'm fine with anything on the spectrum of intimacy, and I don't mind getting burnt in the heat of passion, but please, don't give me a frostbite by coming close to me with your ice-cold heart. I'd rather we just get warm in the shade of trees, staring at people who spit as they drive.

Good intimacy means good boundaries, and I will respect yours, and I hope you will respect mine.

Just want to switch off my brain for a while and get lost in someone's company.

See you.

If you accuse me of using ChatGPT, know that I've been active on the internet as a writer for almost 13 years, so it's AI that has learnt from me. Not the other way around.

I've put 'anywhere' because I'll start travelling soon considering I don't have an abode anymore.

I know it'll be harder than finding a needle in a haystack, but still, let me try.

"There was so much to learn, so much to gain. But somewhere along the way, we lost ourselves. We forgot to learn about ourselves."

tl;dr— Any trauma you name, I've gone through it. Multiple times. My beaten up inner child will probably never heal. If you have faced similar tribulations, let's connect.

I'm basically a vagrant now. My so-called father, without any prior notice, sold the house that I and my mom live in; essentially making us homeless. The perfect time to try to find a sense of belonging in this broken world, don't you think?

"We chase information. The pervasive competitiveness makes us crave more and more tidbits. We become experts. We can almost quote obscure memes. But we can barely articulate why our heart aches, despite all the 'information'."

I hate long weekends.

Here's why.

My childhood friends are not in the city. My college friends disconnected a long time ago. Colleagues can never be called friends because of internal politics. Who do you have left then to spend time with?

I used to be a bibliophile, now not much since I've renounced most of the classics because of their colonial roots and completely into indie publishers, or non-white writers.

I used to be obsessively into walking to lose weight, but my knees have given up these days.

I used to hate cars and shout at them. These days I am scared of them + no point in shouting as their glass windows don't let any sound inside.

It's been a lot of years since I've stayed up for hours and hours and talked about life, kind of an live-introspection, thinking-out-loud binge session.

We will vibe if you were/are poor and self-made, had an abusive childhood, had a long series of unfortunate romances, have chronic diseases, and generally hate normies for having the most braindead takes. Not into God/Celeb/Cricketer worshippers AT ALL.

I could be called left-leaning.

I hate noise.

Basically if you are someone driven by spite and fatigue, we will have a lot to talk about.

Spite does not equal to bigotry or misogyny or ableism, so don't come and expect me to laugh with you when you spew rubbish.

Recently got fired because of the cultural mismatch and office politics, and have no job lined up, so, my trauma has way more time to constantly knock on my door 😋

I used to believe in 'found family', I don't know if I still do, but I'm open minded enough to let Bangalore show me if it is different from Chennai.

I am practically looking for intimacy in any of the following forms: platonic (non-sexual); pseudo-romantic, completely casual, or borderline sexual, or discussions of NSFW nature (but not engaging in any nsfw acts); bond about being in LDR; or just music + movie buddies.

Basically I'm fine with anything on the spectrum of intimacy, and I don't mind getting burnt in the heat of passion, but please, don't give me a frostbite by coming close to me with your ice-cold heart. I'd rather we just get warm in the shade of trees, staring at people who spit as they drive.

Good intimacy means good boundaries, and I will respect yours, and I hope you will respect mine.

Just want to switch off my brain for a while and get lost in someone's company.

See you.

If you accuse me of using ChatGPT, know that I've been active on the internet as a writer for almost 13 years, so it's AI that has learnt from me. Not the other way around.

I've put 'anywhere' because I'll start travelling soon considering I don't have an abode anymore.

I know it'll be harder than finding a needle in a haystack, but still, let me try.

"There was so much to learn, so much to gain. But somewhere along the way, we lost ourselves. We forgot to learn about ourselves."

tl;dr— Any trauma you name, I've gone through it. Multiple times. My beaten up inner child will probably never heal. If you have faced similar tribulations, let's connect.

I'm basically a vagrant now. My so-called father, without any prior notice, sold the house that I and my mom live in; essentially making us homeless. The perfect time to try to find a sense of belonging in this broken world, don't you think?

"We chase information. The pervasive competitiveness makes us crave more and more tidbits. We become experts. We can almost quote obscure memes. But we can barely articulate why our heart aches, despite all the 'information'."

I hate long weekends.

Here's why.

My childhood friends are not in the city. My college friends disconnected a long time ago. Colleagues can never be called friends because of internal politics. Who do you have left then to spend time with?

I used to be a bibliophile, now not much since I've renounced most of the classics because of their colonial roots and completely into indie publishers, or non-white writers.

I used to be obsessively into walking to lose weight, but my knees have given up these days.

I used to hate cars and shout at them. These days I am scared of them + no point in shouting as their glass windows don't let any sound inside.

It's been a lot of years since I've stayed up for hours and hours and talked about life, kind of an live-introspection, thinking-out-loud binge session.

We will vibe if you were/are poor and self-made, had an abusive childhood, had a long series of unfortunate romances, have chronic diseases, and generally hate normies for having the most braindead takes. Not into God/Celeb/Cricketer worshippers AT ALL.

I could be called left-leaning.

I hate noise.

Basically if you are someone driven by spite and fatigue, we will have a lot to talk about.

Spite does not equal to bigotry or misogyny or ableism, so don't come and expect me to laugh with you when you spew rubbish.

Recently got fired because of the cultural mismatch and office politics, and have no job lined up, so, my trauma has way more time to constantly knock on my door 😋

I used to believe in 'found family', I don't know if I still do, but I'm open minded enough to let Bangalore show me if it is different from Chennai.

I am practically looking for intimacy in any of the following forms: platonic (non-sexual); pseudo-romantic, completely casual, or borderline sexual, or discussions of NSFW nature (but not engaging in any nsfw acts); bond about being in LDR; or just music + movie buddies.

Basically I'm fine with anything on the spectrum of intimacy, and I don't mind getting burnt in the heat of passion, but please, don't give me a frostbite by coming close to me with your ice-cold heart. I'd rather we just get warm in the shade of trees, staring at people who spit as they drive.

Good intimacy means good boundaries, and I will respect yours, and I hope you will respect mine.

Just want to switch off my brain for a while and get lost in someone's company.

See you.

If you accuse me of using ChatGPT, know that I've been active on the internet as a writer for almost 13 years, so it's AI that has learnt from me. Not the other way around.