Habesha men don't have old pictures on Pinterest or at least one that really catched my eye.

Moana.

Hmmm.

I, for one, harbor a deep-seated yearning for a dialogue that transcends the superficial, a symphony of souls where words flow freely, unconstrained by the rigid confines of societal expectations.
I crave a connection that is as authentic as it is profound, a space where vulnerability is embraced rather than feared. I seek a dialogue that is not merely a transactional exchange of information, but a shared journey of discovery and understanding. I envision a world where communication is not a performance, but a genuine expression of the self.
The silence that often pervades our interactions, born of fear or misunderstanding, weighs heavily upon my spirit. I abhor the forced conversations, the superficial pleasantries that mask the underlying tension. I yearn for a space where words are spoken with intention, where honesty and authenticity reign supreme.
A true dialogue, I believe, is a delicate dance between giver and receiver, a harmonious interplay of words and emotions. It requires a willingness to be open, to share without reservation, and to listen with empathy. It demands a respect for the other's perspective, even when it differs from our own.I seek a communication that is not merely a means to an end, but a valuable end in itself. I yearn for a world where words are used to connect, to inspire, and to uplift. A world where the symphony of souls can be heard loud and clear.

Adding ቃሪያ to everything I eat.

I can't have a normal conversation with people. I need you to ask me about stuff otherwise, I am slow.

The way I love explaining things.

Why is the day longer today?

Some days, you don’t feel anything at all not joy, not sadness, just a void. It’s as if your body has ceased to produce even the faintest trace of emotion. You exist in a kind of suspension, where everything is stripped of its meaning. Conversations become tedious, thoughts feel sluggish, and even the act of getting out of bed feels difficult. Sleep no longer offers relief, food no longer brings comfort, and all the things that once sparked happiness or relief now lie flat and lifeless. You aren’t depressed, at least not in the way that word is often defined. You’re simply… numb. Lost in an open silence, you grasp at the memory of feeling, but it slips away like sand between your fingers. You are stopped, neither suffering nor at peace
just drifting,
aimless.

You're not your thoughts, you're who hears them🤎

The weather is having mood swings?

Horton atarfm!

Hmmmmmmmm.🫢

Maybe it's because you care deeply for the environment you keep picking up trash.hmm🤡

I think y'all should leave ,it's all bs here I have officially lost it.

You grew up lying just to make them look good in front of people. You grew up calculating answers so one wouldn’t be seen as the bad guy. You were good at it, really good. All this people pleasing started there, being so careful, like a psychological liar, twisting the perfect answers to keep things peaceful. Every response was crafted with a lie that made them look better or even you you just told what you wished it to be not how it was, made the situation seem brighter. You wanted to feel like everything was under control. But the pleasing didn’t work, did it?
Now, you don’t even think before you speak anymore. You don’t lie like you used to. You try hard to be honest, to let people know upfront that you’re filled with flaws, that you're not the perfect person they might expect. You try hard to be honest, to tell people you’re a disappointment before they even try. Sometimes you wish you could go back to doing what you did before, but you’re tired of it. You're tired of painting other people as something you dream of or even yourself,tired of acting like you’re this perfect human now you're just trying to be.
So now you defend yourself before people even get to know you. You wish people could see your flaws first, so you’d be comfortable later. You tell them the worst so they won’t expect anything better,so you don’t have to lie about it anymore. Because lying is something you did for so long, and the only way to stop it is to show the true colors you have before you start painting again, I show the worst parts of myself first so you won’t see the good. I push you away, not only so you won’t find the good, but so I won’t be tempted to bring it back. It’s like the movies you grew up watching, where you have to fight to see the good. But in my story, there’s no good or bad you can’t predict what’s next, and neither can I.