Redwyne

Steven Adams sharing the technique he uses for helping with self-doubt… “I write down how I feel… the raw emotions. I stop, re-read it and respond in a different colour. The one with the raw emotion I imagine as a 10 year-old Steven. My response is an adult Steven… it’s like I’m giving advice to a younger Steven”

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Men and women don’t fall in love the same way.. and that’s exactly why it’s so complicated, and so beautiful. A woman often falls in love through ‘consistency’. It’s the little things. The good morning texts. The way you show up when you said you would. The feeling of safety, of being chosen again and again without having to question it. A man often falls in love through ‘experience’. It’s how he feels around you. The peace. The admiration.The sense that he can be himself without being judged, and still be respected. She listens for effort. He feels for peace. She needs emotional security to open up. He needs emotional acceptance to stay open. And here’s where it gets messy.. When she doesn’t feel consistency, she pulls back. When he feels pressure instead of peace, he pulls away. So both people end up protecting themselves… instead of understanding each other. Love isn’t about who loves “harder”It’s about learning how the other person loves and meeting them there. Because the right connection isn’t confusing. It’s two people choosing to understand each other, even when it’s easier not to. And when that happens? It doesn’t feel like guessing. It feels like home.

Yemenis have been doing this for decades and it's called zabad. There's genuinely nothing on planet earth that smells better. If Americans found out, they would turn it into a multi-million dollar industry

Whoa.... Devin Booker just WENT OFF on the NBA refs right now in the post game press conference: "It's definitely something that has to be looked at. I heard (Alex) Caruso tell them to call the tech and he ended up doing it. In my 11 years, I haven't called a ref out by name, but James (Williams) was terrible tonight, through and through. It's bad for the sport, bad for the integrity of the sport. People are going to start viewing this as the WWE if they're not held responsible." "I know I haven't won a championship in this league but I have been in it for 11 years now, so to get to this point to be treated like that, for me to even be saying something out loud, it's bad. It's my first time in 11 years but it's needed. Whatever, I get fined for it, everybody can pull the clips and see where the frustration comes from."

I had a massive reality check last night about how Instagram is actively destroying long-term relationships by convincing us that love is supposed to be a 24/7 "soft life" aesthetic. It was late, the apartment was stifling, and the power had randomly tripped. I was lying in the dark, scrolling through IG, watching a reel of some influencer getting surprised with a Cartier bracelet and a baecation. The caption was: “Never settle for less.” Honestly, I let the internet poison my mind for a second. That familiar, creeping panic started settling in. I started wondering if my own relationship had lost the "spark" because we hadn’t done any grand romantic gestures lately. We were basically just splitting the crushing weight of adulthood. Then I looked over at my man. There was no curated aesthetic. No cinematic background music. He was completely exhausted from his own day, but there he was, sitting on the bare floor in the dark, using his phone flashlight to help me count and sort out my ID Vogue orders so my morning deliveries wouldn't be delayed. The entire Instagram illusion just shattered for me. Social media has gaslit us into believing that if a relationship isn’t actively triggering your anxiety with constant highs and butterflies, it’s "dead." We mistake peace for boredom. We want a burning fire, completely forgetting that fires eventually burn the house down. The harsh truth? Most long-term relationships aren't held together by overwhelming passion. They are held together by a VOW to look at each other in the middle of a brutal economy and say, "I am not going to let you drown today." The internet will call that "settling." But the internet doesn't know a damn thing about what it actually takes to keep the water out and the house warm when things get dark. Stop letting a 60-second PR campaign ruin your real life.

I’m glad you brought this up. Let me help. Men don’t understand “women’s mental load” because it’s total made up bullshit garbage. No matter what men do it will never be enough for women with this mindvirus. Hope that helps.🫶🏻

Just when I was starting to lose faith in humanity

i’ve concluded that this might be the greatest realization you can have

Whenever I am in conversation with a love interest, especially one I am besotted with, and I notice the slightest escalation in her voice, I ask her to be calm. I remind her that it is just the two of us, that there is no need to raise her voice. My own remains steady, almost soothing. It does not matter what the situation is, I stay composed. And that composure has an effect. It settles her. It brings her back. I learned this from Marty Byrde, that calmness, even under pressure, is a kind of leverage most people do not understand. People assume it means you are unbothered, immune to the weight of what is happening. You are not. You feel it all. You simply understand that panic solves nothing, and in most cases, only makes everything worse.

i just read a post that said " life becomes so beautiful when you realise that one step backwards is also the part of the dance" holyyyy fuccckkkkk

We didn’t end because we stopped loving each other… we ended because love alone wasn’t enough to carry us. She was my person the one I talked to every day, the one who knew my routines, my flaws, my soft spots. At some point, she became my comfort zone. And maybe that was the problem… I got too comfortable. I won’t lie, I wasn’t as disciplined as I should have been. I had things I needed to fix my focus, my consistency, even how I showed up for her. And while I kept telling myself “I’ll do better,” I didn’t always act fast enough. She, on the other hand, needed more more effort, more presence, more certainty. And I understand that now. We didn’t break up because of one big fight. It was the little things… the slow replies, the unspoken frustrations, the feeling that something wasn’t the same anymore. Those small cracks eventually became a distance we couldn’t ignore. If she came back? I won’t pretend I wouldn’t want it. But this time, it wouldn’t just be words I’d actually fix what broke us. For now, I’m just working on myself. Gym, discipline, getting my mind right… because whether it’s her or someone else, I know I can’t show up half-ready again. Some people are lessons. Some people are timing. Some people… are both.

Why do you act like you have tomorrow to love me?

Things men slowly learn as they grow older: - No woman loves you for who you are, she only loves for what you can do for her -Nobody is coming to save you -Discipline beats motivation -Money solves many problems -Silence is better than arguing - Nobody cares until you are rich or dead. -Respect is earned, not begged for - No woman is ever yours - You can do everything right and still lose. - Your colleagues are not your friends - Your father is the only man who wants you to be better than him

Mi esposa empezó a dormir con el celular boca abajo. Yo tengo 35. Ella 33. Nunca fui celoso. Nunca revisé su teléfono. Nunca dudé de ella. Hasta ahora. Todo empezó hace dos meses. Sonreía más cuando escribía. Se iba a otra habitación para contestar llamadas. Cambiaba de tema cuando le preguntaba. —¿Todo bien? —le dije una noche. —Sí, ¿por qué? Sonrió. Demasiado rápido. No insistí. Quise confiar. Pero empecé a notar detalles. Se arreglaba más para ir al trabajo. Llegaba un poco más tarde. Y siempre… el celular boca abajo. No encontré mensajes. No encontré pruebas. No encontré nada. Solo una sensación constante. Hace una semana no aguanté más. —¿Hay alguien más? —pregunté directo. Se quedó en silencio. No lloró. No se enojó. Solo suspiró. —No es lo que crees —dijo. Esa frase no ayudó. —Entonces explícame. Asintió. Como si ya lo hubiera pensado antes. —Ven —me dijo. Me llevó a la sala. Se sentó frente a mí. Puso el celular en la mesa. Esta vez… boca arriba. Abrió una conversación. Era con una mujer. Leí los mensajes. “¿Comiste?” “Recuerda tomar agua.” “Hoy puedes con esto.” No entendía. —¿Quién es? —pregunté. Su respuesta fue tranquila. —Mi terapeuta. Me quedé en silencio. —He estado yendo a terapia —continuó—. Desde hace meses. Sentí algo raro en el pecho. —¿Y por qué no me dijiste? Bajó la mirada. —Porque cuando intento hablar contigo… nunca estás realmente. Quise negar eso. Quise defenderme. Pero recordé. Las cenas en silencio. Las respuestas cortas. El “estoy cansado” constante. —Pensé que había alguien más —dije. Ella negó despacio. —Sí hay alguien más… pero soy yo. Intentando no perderme. No supe qué responder. Esa noche no discutimos. Pero algo quedó claro. Mientras me acostaba entendí algo que nadie te dice: No todas las distancias en pareja son por traición. Algunas empiezan cuando uno deja de estar… incluso estando. Y a veces, cuando decides mirar… la otra persona ya aprendió a sanar sin ti.

Highly relatable to an aspect of my own life

We have an entire generation blowing up loyal, stable relationships because they mistake "peace" for "boredom." You want a partner to read your mind, give you constant butterflies, and act as your unpaid therapist. That isn’t a standard; that’s a cinematic delusion. The ultimate flex of a successful relationship is a boring Tuesday evening where your nervous system is completely at rest. Grow up and vet for a teammate, not an entertainer.

He scored their marriage a 6 out of 10. She didn't argue. She didn't get angry. He said: "Six." She didn't get offended. Didn't ask "why not 10." Didn't leave the room. Didn't throw a tantrum. She asked: "What does a 10 look like?"

Coming back to that whole “boy brain vs girl brain” debate - I’ve cracked something that lowkey saves relationships daily: Men don’t think in emotional webs, they think in tickets. Like… full corporate workflow. You hint = not logged You sulk = unclear requirements You say “it’s fine” = ticket closed Ladies, if you want peace, stop being Shakespeare. Be product manager. File CLEAR JIRA tickets: “Call me.” “Plan the date.” “Compliment me before I start a fight.” And if he loves you? That ticket becomes HIGH PRIORITY, auto-renew, no deadline missed. Men don’t ignore you. They just didn’t see the task. Meanwhile you’re running a full emotional Netflix series in your head. Love is not complicated; it’s just good communication + project management skills