adulthumor
Modern dating is a grocery store of humans. Swipe, clip coupons, inspect the meat, then complain nothing tastes right. Infinite choice made everyone delusional, lazy, and allergic to effort. Funny as hell. Exhausting as fuck.
adulthumor
I went on a first date after nearly 20 years and walked away realizing the world changed while I was gone. Dating feels faster, louder, and emotionally unhinged, and I’m not sure my brain is built for whatever this is now. Honestly… I’m worried
religion
If God’s watching everything, he’s either asleep or pissed. I’m not anti-religion, I’m anti-hypocrisy. This is a brutally honest, profanity-laced look at faith, morality, and why the people preaching decency are often the worst humans alive.
advice
If your personality is “I went to therapy once and now diagnose strangers,” you didn’t evolve… you just learned new words. Stop wearing your trauma like an ugly Christmas sweater and telling other people how to heal. Shut the fuck up and worry about you.
adulthumor
I joined two singles groups out of loneliness and accidentally became an attractive woman overnight. No fish pics, no selfies, just honesty and chaos. I talked to strangers, fought social anxiety, drank margaritas for brain growth, and ran a mental marathon chased by chupacabras. I survived. Barely.
adulthumor
Cheating hurts. Lying afterward destroys you. It rewires your brain, kills trust, and turns hopeful people into numb ones. This isn’t hatred. It’s exhaustion from watching loyalty get treated like an outdated concept.
adulthumor
Paper Gay Marriage might actually fix men… which is exactly why C.A.N.C.E.L.E.D. ruled this article too brutally honest for public release. Emotional truth at this level? Paywall only. If you want the chaos, you gotta fucking earn it.
adulthumor
A random friend request turned into an unexpected DM dive, a coffee invite, and a weird reminder that maybe I’m still desirable even with a heart that looks like it survived a house fire. Attention is a hell of a drug... apparently I still get some.
adulthumor
Living alone at 49 feels like someone dropped my grown ass into a survival game with no tutorial. I’m out here buying underwear like it’s a rare artifact, negotiating with cats, and learning laundry like a feral man-child rebooting his entire operating system.
advice
FYSFEE is shifting into a raw, personal, brutally honest journal about dating, single life, personal growth, and the wild shit happening in the world. Same unhinged energy... new direction.
trashed panda
If your partner goes from cute-and-tipsy to full-blown Trashed Panda… knocking over chairs, speaking in raccoon tongues, and waking up like a wildlife rescue case… you’re not dating anymore. You’re doing emotional animal control.
adulthumor
FYSFEE has officially crash-landed into the dating world and set the fucking place on fire... and honestly, it needed the warmth. The heat from the steaming pile of shit it currently is, is just not working. Today we’re dropping the December 2025 Pilot Issue of FYSFEE Magazine, our