#meeting new people

[femmefatalevibe]

How to stop oversharing?

Slow down: Always pause and think before you speak

Consider anything you share with someone who hasn't earned your complete trust or whom you have a transactional relationship with to be a PSA; Don't trust anything to be confidential with someone you don't fully trust

Reflect on why you overshare in the first place: Do you use it as a tool to soothe social anxiety or pauses in a conversation? Are you lonely or feel like it's a struggle to feel heard/seen/appreciated in your everyday life? Start journaling and/or go to a therapist to work through these very valid emotional wounds

Give yourself a "do's" and "don'ts" list on topics you will and won't discuss at work, different social events, with certain acquaintances, family members, etc., and stick to it

When you feel yourself starting to overshare, take a pause and ask the other person about themselves – it makes you show the other person you're interested in connecting and gives you time to think/reflect on what you should or shouldn't say

Hope this helps xx

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I hope you realize that breaking people won’t fix what’s wrong with you, nor will it fill your emptiness. Only then might you understand the true meaning of love.

[organicmatter]

I love tattooing

[belsasim]

After her chat with Cleo, Penelope returned to bed exhausted. She knew Kit would get up early for his morning jog. She quickly scribbled a note to tell him she would get their breakfast this time, while he was jogging.

They had been eating snacks from the vending machine all this time and she knew she had to eat healthier for the baby, for now, this was what they could have. Kit was already showering when Penelope went to the vending machine. As the weather was better now, they now often ate their breakfast snacks outside at the table near the makeshift bar.

This morning, they weren't alone. As they arrived, a young woman was sitting at the table, smoking a cigarette, her gaze set to infinity. She had black hair and a short red leather jacket covering... her lingerie? Kit blushed, his eyes darting all over the place, trying not to look at the woman's chest area. He then looked at Penelope: "Maybe we should..."

Woman: "You kids are welcome to sit with me!" (with a softer gaze and a smile) "You're the doll Cleo told me about, right? Penny? And you must be her Romeo? I mean, Cade?" Penelope (nodding): "Are you friends with Cleo?" Kit: "Who's Cleo?" Penelope (to Kit): "The lady I met this night, she was nice to me after a guy was a bit mean." Kit (nostrils widening, jaw tightening): "Who was mean to you, Pen?" Woman (cackling): "Haha, you two really are the sweetest. Calling Cleo a 'lady', she'll be so pleased. She's my roommate here." (putting out her cigarette) "I'm Maria. Come, sit down, have your breakfast."

Kit and Penelope sat down. While they ate their snacks, Maria chatted their ears off, but they actually enjoyed her company a lot. She was bubbly, curious and friendly. During the whole conversation, Kit tried to look only at his food, drink or Penelope, only occasionally glancing at Maria and making sure it was her face he saw and nothing lower.

Maria gave Penelope a wink. "Your man only has eyes for you, Penny. And sticking with you after knocking you up... I know a lot of men, doll, so take it from me: he's a keeper." Penelope could only nod, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion (stupid hormones, surely). She felt Kit take her hand and give it a soft squeeze. "She's amazing and I love her," she heard him say, "and our baby."

Maria let out a high pitched squeal. "You two are absolute cuties!" Then, her phone buzzed. Reading her message, she let out a sigh. "Ah well, gotta go now. One of my regulars. It was nice to meet you two cuties. See you around!"

[wedarkacademia]

Finding and maintaining new adult friendships seem nerve wrecking to me. I overthink and undermine myself then become a nervous mess, while my brain is on a loop - what it they think I don't look good, what if they don't have a positive impression of me, what if they deem I can't mingle with them freely ... and so on 😔

[imustbombtoss]

Well i mean if purple guy is already taller than my bean

OFC NIJI WILL BE TALLER??

(The Oc is from @clownpallete :D)

[historianofenchancia]

Hello everyone

I'm so happy to be a part of the fandom

I'm a historian and I love sofia the first so thus I did historianofenchancia

[bittersweetburnedcaramel]

A lot of people say that they would never agree to go on a dangerous "choosen one" journey if it happened to them in real life for some reason

Me? I'm so gullible and naive that if a total stranger was just a little bit kind to me and didn't ask for anything suspicious I would totally go on a quest for them.

Reward? No no, the adventure is the reward, the break in routine, the sight of new places and new people, the conversations and connections it would bring me, the adrenaline, leaving your normal life and worries for an temporary objective you can feasibly reach.

I lack all of that being at home all the time so I would gladly interact with any charismatic stranger that might have a mission for me

[hauntedcloudtheorist]

I have a problem.

I wanna meet new people, I wanna date, I wanna fall in love, I want someone to care for.

BUT

I also don't want to :/

I've downloaded like a ton (well not reallyy, I'm being dramatic, just 2 or 3) of chatting apps but I don't really trust them. Now, how is tumblr any better? I don't know actuallyy, probably not any more safe but STILL, y'know?

Anyway, if you need a safe space to talk about things or even just let out a stray thought or two that you really wanna tell ur friends but lowkey scared of how they'll react - just hit me up!

genuinely, tho I'm always open to meeting new friends, doesn't matter for platonic or romantic purposes. I've had & still am having bad mental health days & relapses with my self-harming, so if u need someone to just listen, please know that you're not alone, I can be here for you! :)

[femmefatalevibe]

hi! do you know what hobbies would be good for meeting new people and socialising? thank you

Hi love! I would say to consider the following hobbies/activities:

Yoga/Pilates

Dance/Workout classes

Cooking classes

Art/Pottery classes

Language learning classes

Jewelry-making/Perfume-making class

Writers' group/Writing class

Book club

Trivia/Board games

Chess

Any group sports (basketball, soccer, volleyball, etc.)

Group tennis/swimming/boxing classes

Horseback riding/Golf lessons

Ice skating classes

Skiing/Snowboarding classes

Sailing/Rowing/Surfing

Hiking/Running

Volunteering

Wine, beer, & spirits tours/tastings

Open mic/Improv

Bartending/Mixology

Floral arrangement/Gardening

Knitting/embroidery

Woodworking

Bowling

Food Styling

Image Consulting

Caligraphy classes

Podcasting/Photography/Filmmaking

Hope this helps xx

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I even tried, hoping for something different in people. But every time I did that and gave it a chance to believe, my heart was torn apart once again.

[pose4photoml]

So I went out tonight with someone I meet online, I believe we can become good friends (but nothing more) we went to a brewery and I got to sample a few and had an amazing dinner.

[country-n-sassy]

Where about on Kansas ... I have some jeepers in KC area...

I'm thinking about Junction City or Manhattan area, which is why I was looking into the Flint Hills Jeep club. Investigating options and trying to figure out how to meet new people.

I'm open to ideas..

[belsasim]

Those first days in Strangerville, Kit and Penelope resided in the cheap and slightly dodgy motel on the edge of town. Trying to get their bearings, learning more about the town, where to go and what to do. Penelope was having a rough time. Pregnancy wasn't agreeing with her right now. She'd wake up in the middle of the night, so nauseous and miserable that she barely made it to the dingy toilet to vomit. 'Morning' sickness? Plumbobs, 'any woohooing time of the day and night' sickness should be the name!

Air, she needed fresh air. Penelope left their room on the 3rd floor to stand for a moment in the chilly night air. Chilly, but not too fresh though, as she smelled cigarette smoke and felt the nausea come back again. She moved towards the railing to take in the view over the edges of the town.

Down below, 2 guys were talking. Penelope's eye was drawn to them, watching them converse, then exchange something. One of them, a messy mohawk and wearing a basketball jersey, was looking around with suspicion, then up. His gaze met hers. "Watcha lookin' at, Blondie?" Startled, Penelope took a step backwards, bringing herself out of his line of sight. "That's right, girlie, go back inside," the man continued.

Another wave of nausea and Penelope let out a sigh. Doubt came creeping in again. What were they doing here?

Voice: "Don't mind Ace, he's only barking." Penelope (turning around, startled again, to see a beautiful woman in a pink cropped bomber jacket having a smoke on the bench against the wall): "I... I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed you." Woman in pink (with a smile): "Don't mind, I was just chilling before turning in. Wasn't looking for conversation. But when Ace starts barking... Ugh..." (a sudden, concerned look on her face) "You look pale, doll, sit down for a bit."

Penelope nodded and sat down. The woman, seeing Penelope trying to hold her breath, quickly finished her cigarette and put it out. "I'm Cleo, what's your name and what brings a fragile doll like you here?"

Penelope didn't like to be called a fragile doll, but looking at Cleo, she didn't see any malice in her expression, just curiosity. "Penny, that's my name," she started. And before she knew it, she was telling Cleo the story she and Kit had agreed upon. About how they were lovers from rivalling families on the run now that they got pregnant. Mostly telling the truth, just leaving out some important details. It would be easier to keep up the story that way.

"Very Romeo and Juliet," Cleo smiled. The young woman had seen a lot in her life and clearly knew that not everything was being told here. But she didn't push or pry. This town was full of secrets, big and small, full of people running or hiding from a past. These two teens were no different.

[mono-phile]