Sex is a physiological need. That’s according to Abraham Maslow – an American psychologist. When you say a need, it simply plays a vital role for survival. You simply can’t live without it.
Like the food you eat, the water you drink, the air you breathe and the clothes you wear, you need sex to bring a different shade of color to your ordinary life. Truth is; sex isn’t only a science. It’s also an art. It’s both a science and an art, which yield physical and emotional benefits.
Sex releases endorphins. When you feel tired or burnout, there are various activities you can do to release stress. Yet, nothing compares with making love. It is a magic pill. Just by the thought that you’re making love with someone makes you feel special. Your mind tells you to relax and lose yourself.
Increase self-esteem is another benefit of having sex. A lot of therapists will agree when you’re receiving enough romance and sex, you’ll respect yourself more. You’ll learn how to love yourself, which results to feeling confident of your body.
Yet, be extra careful! Sex is a powerful human need. Once abused, it easily becomes your addiction. Sex addiction is a common problem. Three to 6% of American adults is considered sex addicts (CNN, 2008) and their behaviors are filled with denial and guilt.
So, learn how to enjoy the freedom of having sex without becoming addicted. Don’t hesitate to seek professional help if you think and feel you’re turning yourself into someone you’re not because of compulsive sex activities such as BDSM, masturbation, rape and incest.
Come to think of it, folks! Sex feels better when you do it the right way at the right time.
Betrayal. (noun) breaking of violation of a trust or confidence by that produces moral and psychological conflict…
A best friend betrayal is a sting of a jellyfish. I want to forget it but it won’t. It disturbs me every day. It makes me ask more questions even I have answers. It makes me wonder if I wasted 18 years of life being with a brother from another mother, who simply fake things.
I began suspecting there’s more to his sadness. I couldn’t convince him to go somewhere and chill. All I received were layers and layers of excuses. Chatting to him in Messenger was a pain in the ass too. He talked less. He shared less.
I tested his loyalty by unfriending him. In my mind, he’d immediately re-friend me once he knew it’s an honest mistake. I knew it’s a stupid test but never mind, he failed.
It took him almost a year to re-friend me. Seems it’s a wake up call to me to question his loyalty, but I never believed the sign. It wasn’t an objective sign anyway.
He told me he wanted a new girlfriend. I remembered I said to him “Man, you can’t be a cool homie to me, now you want a romantic relationship, you must be kidding me, right?”
My intention was to let him know the kind of person he’d become but his interpretation was differently annoying. His response was filled with malice. He always thought I was gay but I laugh whenever he told me that.
Those were the conversations we had. Most were jokes. We never meant it. Some days, we had conflicting point of views but I understood it why. He’s a conservative.
I put my complete trust in him. I wanted to believe we’re still loyal with each other until he shared one of our sensitive conversations with his new girlfriend.
My world spun literally when I knew he implied to her I have identity crisis. He made me look like a gay who is sexually attractive to him. He also shared we had conflicts.
As expected, his girlfriend would feel I’m trying to steal him from her. She doesn’t know me at all; therefore, she would believe everything he’d say.
I confronted him through chat. I asked him why. He told me he’s introducing me as his best friend to her.
In my mind, “Woah, it’s a great introduction. Is this his way of getting her to trust you? Is he making a fake news about me for him to get an advantage?”
Look, I’m his best friend. His girlfriend would interpret it as me making him a victim and he was the hero.
I never said those words in chat. Instead, our Messenger exploded with hurtful exchange of words that I never expected of me to say to him. He unfriended me as expected.
I challenged him to face me offline and end our friendship. He answered no. He felt afraid.
I told him I can sue him for making me look like a gay person with identity crisis.
The following day, we argued offline. I expected a smooth-sailing conversation to settle things but he was the one screaming at me. He wasn’t thinking he was the one who betray me.
I was angry too but I chose to remain calm. I wasn’t raising my voice for him to understand me clearly.
He kept repeating the moment we had a sensitive conversation. It supposed to be a funny and senseless conversation between two adult men. It’s a joke, I was even laughing when we’re chatting but for some reasons unclear to me, he’s taking it too seriously.
I asked him again about the identity crisis thing but all I get were crappy answers. It’s a clear sign of lack of empathy. He didn’t realize he wasn’t man enough to stand for his best friend.
In my mind, I asked: “What’s wrong with this man? He becomes someone who only cares about his face.”
He didn’t realize he’s making fun of my reputation too. Just for the record: We’re best friends for 18 years. We have no secrets; therefore, I know if he tells me lies.
Just because he has a girlfriend who he wants to marry (and I know it), he betrays me like he’s some kind of a pro. What’s the difference between him and Judas?
He apologized through texts but it wasn’t enough. The damage is done. A piece of “I am sorry…” couldn’t resurrect a dead dog.
I decided to give him a chance. I let him know to protect our conversations and never share it to anyone. His response was seemingly he’s obliged to do it.
He kept telling me I’m overthinking things and I couldn’t get why. For this, I doubted if he gets the exact point I’m implying, or was he trying to make me a fool, convincing me we’re cool?
His girlfriend arrived. I called him to get some news (congratulate him too for having the one) but he never answered the calls.
I reached out. I offered a dinner with them because I knew he’s going to marry her. I made this offer even if I knew he wasn’t making me his best man.
He’s hesitant though. I could sense he’s making excuses – excuses of not having time.
It’s the moment I fully realize the best friend I consider becomes a no one. He’s the one talking nonsense behind my back and he had no plans to repair the damage.
A game changer is a progressive thinker. You have the ability to change the course of the game when you can find the right time to trust someone before you’re lied upon, to betray someone before you’re betrayed and to blindside before you’re blindsided.