Kiss, feel, live… keep going.
Emotional Fitness— logic with street smarts, only for advanced players. If this isn’t your league, just find another.
This space isn’t for sermons… it’s about coexisting in a healthy way and confessing as many uncomfortable truths as possible—ones that make our faces flush—no posing, no guilt, no tired moralizing.
Engaged to the vibe, married to freedom, divorced from attachments.
These days I’ve been dealing with too much drama for my diet. 😮💨
Folks, I’m not buying the victim role. If you choose to play, play. But if you didn’t study your opponent, don’t show up at this table crying like you’re getting paid for every tear you bet.
My diet is simple: low drama, high spice.You know what clinical studies say—sugar kills the heart. 🤓
Sorry—not really. Hypocrite? Maybe. But honestly, I never apologize for saying what I think. I don’t get why people even bother making excuses haha.
I mean, okay, I get it—people lie to avoid drama. I’ve done it too. But personally? I like cynicism, haha.
At least, if you’re reading this, you know you can come at me straight. I just leave people on read or don’t even open the message if I’m not interested.
But don’t overact—somehow, I specialize in reading people. 😮💨
Hey you! Yeah, you my dear reader, get this, it may be a useful manual💋
They sell you this romantic idea of “your other half,” and you go through life labeling everyone as “the one.” The illusions lift you up, you load the other person with expectations… and then it ends.
And when the emotional interaction ends, the drama kicks in—you blame, cry, shut down.
Damn! You went from euphoria to the abyss faster than the first ray of dawn.
Personally, I think these are fleeting moments, vibrating at insanely high energy levels—joy to sadness, 100 to 0%—like a device with a busted battery.
I mean… where’s the self-control? Gone, lost, or left on airplane mode.
And guess what? Yeah baby, there’s a bear trap!
You get on the plane and jump with no parachute, then blame the parachute for not opening on time—as ifitwere the villain—instead of noticing the pattern you keep repeating in your pile of failed relationships and asking yourself,why have I broken so much?
You go from “my other half” to “who are you?” in three episodes.
Damn! What is this, an express telenovela?
How does someone go from your “I love you” to your “And you were…?”
The illusion evaporates. The character falls off the white horse and reappears on a black one, starring as “The Mask of Zorro” HAHA.
This is fun—Someone once dedicatedAntologíaby Shakira to me 😂
Guys, love is not agreatest hits album. 😮💨
Do you really think love is the purest emotion?Or is it just the slickest manipulation tool that hypes up the two most extreme feelings in the catalog?
Every new person you meet—you can’t just tie them directly to your expectation or need for them to be “the one,”… feel me, my friends in general had gotten excited…
Do you really think that they’re just an unpolished demo the universe throws your way. I can see the scene
“Oh, how romantic!”
BAM—the hook to reel you in—Three songs later (after three dates)—you’re saying,
“Wait… the tracklist didn’t play for long. I-I was… I was already opening the chocolate box.”
Haha… inevitable sarcastic laugh 😒
That’s every girls’ night—one goodbye, one new hello—eight hours of Saturday stories. Jeez! 😮💨 Here, more than once, I’ve wished my parachute wouldn’t open —no one learns from someone else’s experience.
There’s a huge difference between living life knowing emotional interactions are fleeting, training your mind not to hang expectations on someone else — If you’re gonna wear armor, let it be lingerie 😏That’s how you enjoy moments. Then move on to the next one. Period.No drama—just enjoy life because there’s no second round. Expect nothing from the universe. Just vibe positive!
They owe you nothing if they never promised anything and only undressed you…
It’s as simple as slipping on your sneakers, ready to run the next race 😈💪
This advice is straight from my arsenal:
Live without signing paper or emotional contracts. Your signature is to leave marks on other bodies, not to label everything you touch.
Don’t mortgage your heart at a variable interest rate. Skin marks are written in kisses—not to track in a mental ledger while your self-love can’t cover the payment. Moments are lived in the skin, not in your head. Plsss.
Personally, I think we need to stop dramatizing our bonds— This isn’t the script for the Final Judgment. You don’t go back to your first love if you’re still caught in the vicious cycle.. Your first love is yourself!
My dear readers, without an emotional exorcism—after the dramatic climax—there’s no mental freedom. 😇
And no, my friends… without a purge, there’s no peace. Closure’s impossible without a process.
You leave the flowers at the grave, pop the balloon—the only reflection of the past is what you see in the mirror while applying your lipstick 😉
The only real ritual is the altar to worship your resurrection💋🖤🔥
Sometimes people think behavior has an age limit. But who cares if you’re 20-ish or 30-ish?
Emotional interactions still spark wild feelings… Just to leave your heart agonizing after one night of passion where you gave away the rest of your decades? Damn!
Age doesn’t guarantee maturity —and poorly managed desire keeps racking up soul-crushing bills—no matter what your ID says.
No, folks. You alone directed, starred in, and premiered the movie…without a proper casting for your co-star 😂
Let’s stop blaming others for the relationship’s failure—we are the guilty ones. It’s as simple as when a chef overcooks the dish—oof, pure technique.
Train that technique inside yourself. Don’t cling—savor 😋
When you blame, it’s a clear projection of your own immaturity onto the other.
No loud self-help. No romanticism with emotional debt.
Live fast, Feel hard, Don’t keep records in emotional spreadsheets.
Keep enjoying it like your body has no memory and decades don’t leave marks on your skin.
Here is the trap—when you love like it’s free, you pay interest with your soul. Someone who feels more than they think is predictable, manipulable… and headed straight for an emotional crash.
I once read a quote that said,“Love is the most beautiful accident.”Damn! Whoever wrote that was a masochist. 🙀
Friendship is the bonus of relationships.Personally, I think how you are in bed is the real you in life—no alter ego.
I started thinking in bed…
Do they secretly rate us every time we hook up with someone?
What if every encounter was like a surprise pop quiz with a hidden grade?
A+, B, D- incomplete…
Imagine them leaving and thinking,
“Mmm, solid C+, good effort.” hahaha
You know…
I think sex is a test. How do we know if we passed?How do we know if we’re good in bed?
Personally, I think sex is like an interview summed up in the cliché: “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.” Haaaahah 😎
I assure you—zip code aside—the rules for sex are the same all over the world.
In the end, you entered the game on your own.
Winning or losing is a dual dynamic.
Me? I don’t play for a tie.😏
Do you play poker? Because it’s just as real. When you bet at the table, bet to win — You always win when there’s less emotional mess. Opponents will always wear disguises— No one shows all their cards
Moralities are judged by powers that existed before you were born.
The cards I’m showing you are for you—bc I’ve already figured out the game.
These aren’t the cards I play with.
My deck is in a higher league… and I haven’t met a worthy opponent for my game yet 😈
Play by the same rules they play with you. Don’t walk around like an expectation junkie.
It’s more fun when you’re just playing to enjoy the game 😎
Let’s make a night to remember!👽
Bye now!🔥
