What makes you different?

Yes, I was not at all happy.

Do anything and everything because you like it. You love it. Do the things that make you go crazy. Things you’d barter your breath for. Things that make your life a rainbow.

Take my word. You won’t regret it.

What are some tips for making your husband fall madly in love with you again after going through the worst phase of your marriage?

Don’t go to the gym because it’s a fitness fad.

Experiences: What has happened to me? Have I led a normal life with two parents and two siblings? Yes. Breakups I’ve had. Friends I’ve made. School I have attended. Guides I’ve met. Places I’ve been.

Can you make it?

What do you think about wearing sheer pantyhose?

Experiments: My life has been a group of experiments that failed to take off until I resorted to writing.

Not because people show it off and you have to follow the lead.

To take out these experiments, accept the asymmetry of your emotions, your eccentricities, aspirations and thoughts for what they actually are. Instead of filtering it through the social system, recognize the difference and apply it in your life.

How can fashion design be used to make a political statement in popular culture, and society?

Don’t drink because everybody does today.

Honestly, there’s nothing that makes ‘me’ different.

What makes you YOU.

What's the difference between “ce”, “ça”, and “cela”, and when do I use each (French)?

Become different not according to the world, but according to what you like and what you don’t.

Not ignoring emotions because they can be destructive. Not underestimating your aspirations because society calls them second-rate.

Agree?

Hello,hope y'all doin good, i came to Quora to share my strange story , a very weird one , a story when luck smiled at me ,maybe u will enjoy it , let's begin,have fun... A year ago ,I was a real porn addicted(btw I was 18) ,but never had sex before, I don't have a gf I didn't try to find one even ,always thinking to go to find a sex worker but then I just don't , everyday watching different bodies getting fucked and everyday enjoying. One day, I was watching porn, a big ass lady with big boobs ,just after seeing her the image of my female cousin poped in my mind, (let's introduce her : she's 35 years old , very big ass , nice boobs ,not very big but nice,always wearing tight clothes , she's divorced ) and I thought of me fucking her ,I never had sexual desires for her but now I do days went by and when I met her I was so horny ,I couldn't stay with the family cz my penis was clearly erected , I realized this is my first time I get horny for one of my family ,it not illegal in my country.well to make a long story short( if u want details just text me I will tell u 😊),I decided to give her signs that I want to fuck her,finally I decided to have sex and with my cousin , I thought it is the best beggining for me, i started touching her when I came across her in a narrow place , make her feel my hard cock when we hug , I thought it will hard and I will be ashamed but no , I felt nothing and she said nothing , probably she thought it was by mistake,anyways, I decided then to talk with her about sex, waited for her to be alone in a room and talk with her, I confessed everything about me watching porn and addicted..etc,she said it's normal and u are growing up and u must have sex,well at that time I was like whaaat????? Well I didn't control myself and asked her for sex ( horny like I Ve never been before) she said that she will think Abt it ,2 weeka went by then she called me ,telling that she reserved a room in a hotel and we meet tonight ,we met,and bruuhh, sex is great , I mean, I had to find a pirstitue ,what I was waiting for to have such a feeling ????, I will never forget that night, I started kissing her she was kissing hard ,she misses sex so bad , she sucked my dick and swallowed my semen ,I felt I'm in a dream , then when fucked ,her ass was very big and the anus was open ,didn't struggle to get my hard cock inside it , she was obviously missing sex , she was shouting ,fuck me yh fuck me , I go fast after every word until I cum , we did that 3 times , then we went to her pussy , using condoms I fucked her so hard the moans were higher , everything was perfect ,in the end I asked her to lick her body , licked pussy ,ass, boobs,then she sucked my cock until we sleeped ,all I know that she was dirty ,well before even having sex with her I knew she is an open minded woman , and a woman that looks that she donesnt know anything , but she knows everything, but never expected having sex with her ,well she was horny and that helped...but no one of us regretted that sex ever.. We still have sex from time to time ,and I started having sex with sex workers , joining threesomes..etc If u want pics of her text me.

Until the day I choose to listen to myself. I let my subconscious go wherever it wanted me to go. It was not just in dreams I wanted to live, but in real life. Not allowing others to cloud my personality, my ability, my inclination towards philosophy, knack to motivate others, and my indifference towards others’ opinions.

A govt. job could do it for me. Plus Money, plus security, plus prestige.

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde

What is the worst emotional pain you ever felt as an adult?

Don’t choose to be an engineer just because it pays well.

Being different is being okay with failure, so you know what the dessert of a win tastes like.

Being different is being a mess, yet being okay with it.

Space photo of the week: Pink 'raindrops' on the sun captured in greatest detail ever - Live Science

I am an ordinary human being with the same body structure as you who are reading, you and I have the same material of what our bodies and brains are made up of.

Being different is being a weirdo. And being okay about it.

You can be fearful and still use it to tame your weaknesses and build your emotional strength.

How do people who are deaf learn sign language? Is it typically taught by parents at a young age or are there programs available for learning it later in life?

I always yearned to go for government jobs because I had a few relatives already into it and doing well with money and security. And here is me, with an arts background, uncertain about what to choose.

Consider a rat who never came out of the hole fearing for his life. He stayed in the dark for years and died one day, unbeknownst.

Without experiments, is life worth it.

Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?

All of it would have been different, and this life would mean something, at least for him.

Indeed, a number of other factors contribute to your uniqueness, but that’s for you to introspect.

What if he’d come outside?

Why is rap* a crime?

So, keep on experimenting.

I have always wanted to write things. Wrote poetry during my grad and reluctantly left it for preparation of a govt. exam because who’s got extra time for it.

C’mon, it’s an opportunity to break the rules, stand out and become ONE of a kind.

What real evidence is there to believe in legends such as the story of Atlandida or the lost continent of Lemuria?

Neither I’m Tesla, who got poor grades in school, nor I’ve grown to invent electric current that powers many electronic devices today. Nor I’m an entrepreneur who is the idea behind the Tesla cars.

He would have experienced the miracle called light. Maybe he got better food to eat. Then he got wounded. Then in search of balm, he travaled to the wilderness and found a party of rats, eaten to its heart’s content and danced the night out.

You know how all of this enlightenment came to me.

What will help me to get a bigger butt naturally?

Don’t get a partner because you’re jealous of your friends.

I experimented. A lot. And now I know I don't need more trials of this kind. I’m writing this today at just the right place from the comfort of my home while it rains outside. While a cold breeze rings music to my senses.

So, what actually makes us all different?

Have you ever answered your door in lingerie?

Tried everything. A well-paying corporate job, govt. exams. Nothing provided me with security. I didn’t have time to myself. Hustling was my name. Didn’t go to parties, travel or anything. Didn’t talk to friends.

If you’ve read this far, let me tell you one more thing.

"Life is a journey, not a destination. Enjoy the ride." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I know being a writer is no different. But my journey is different. Its unique to me.

Long story short, here I am. Being a writer. Doing things I’d always love to do. Sharing my experiences of what I learnt.

Everything has shaped me. Friends who gave me their pens and journals. Best friends I never made. Crush that made me write poems while he didn’t care. Romances I’ve missed. Opportunity to become an editor or a news correspondent I missed. I think all this has made me the writer I am.

Anxious to get a job, I chose to do what was socially recommended for me. So, I tried. Being a govt. servant. Failed. A Research Scholar. Didn’t make it. A Professor. Guess what?

P.S. What’s your idea of being different? Do you have a different point of view?

Otherwise, thank you for reading. It was fun writing to you all. Hope it helped you in more ways than one.

Even if that means disappointing your parents and teachers for some time, but believe you’ll eventually make them feel proud.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” - Lao Tzu