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Lately, I’ve been dealing with this persistent issue—pimples and inflammation breaking out all over my scalp. It's incredibly frustrating. My current routine consists of using Dove shampoo specifically formulated for oily hair, paired with a conditioner. The one exception is when I have the time to massage some homemade infusion of St. John's Wort and walnut leaves into my hair after washing; I dug up that little remedy somewhere along the line. But let's be honest, I don't always have the luxury of prepping a tea before hopping in the shower. So, I'm turning to you all. Please, lay your experiences and ideas on me—in your opinion, which shampoo is actually the best for a sensitive scalp?
Merry Christmas, everyone!😘
neonhawk25 said:Drew Green68, I don’t know if I’m reading you right here, but there is absolutely no way—under any circumstances—that we end up together because frankly, I just don't want that. I love him like a brother, period. End of story. If I were truly "afraid of myself" or harboring some deep-seated, repressed desires, I think my behavior during that heated argument where we both lost our filters would have been different. To be perfectly honest, he isn't even that repulsive to me as a man, but this isn't an acceptable way to live, and I’m not desperate enough to dive into something like that—and neither is he. If he really is sick, then let him hate me; honestly, being hated is better than him refusing to face his own issues. But, like I said before, I’ll see how things play out and I'm giving him one more chance for now.
God, you certainly have the stamina for smashing away at a keyboard, don't you? You completely missed my point! Maybe I phrased it clumsily, but I wasn't suggesting he's sexually attractive to you. Sure, maybe a tiny spark of attraction exists between siblings, but actually acting on it is incredibly rare—at least, I haven't heard of it happening. What I meant was that you're paralyzed by the fear of doing something that goes against everything we believe is normal, mostly because you think these "attractions" stem from childhood experiences. Good grief, every kid wants to peek at their parents or siblings when they're little, but that doesn't mean we're all sprinting to their beds now. So, in my view, the fear is totally unfounded. That’s why I told you not to rush to a doctor; it's nothing but pure anxiety...
It was once a different era, an age where people seemed to experiment with everything under the sun. From what I can gather, it wasn’t anything more than affection—which is fine by me, because love is one of the few things that can't truly cause harm. A kiss is just a kiss; I wouldn't make a mountain out of a molehill over it, nor would I let my conscience eat me alive. Quite the opposite, actually. Because of all that, you and your brother still get along famously, and I don't see any reason why that should ever be disrupted. Whether it's a rose for your sister or breakfast in bed, is there anything better? To me, it seems like you aren't actually afraid of your brother—who clearly loves you dearly and poses absolutely no threat whatsoever. I suspect what you're really feeling is self-doubt... wondering if you’d even put up a fight if he were to initiate physical contact (whatever terminology you prefer to use for it). Now, I’m no shrink, but I wouldn't take any drastic measures. This current bond you share as siblings—it certainly couldn't turn into resentment if you tried to push him toward a therapist. Go ahead and take the risk, even if it ends with you two sharing a bed, though I highly doubt that's where this leads. And hey, if it does happen, you don't have to tell a soul, not even us here on the forum. Someone will inevitably judge, and then you'll just be left with a guilty conscience.
A tip of mine once shared his little secret: "When I'm having sex, I just picture myself splitting logs; then, right when I need to reach the finish line, I imagine I've finally hit a massive knot in the wood."😁
I’ve actually become quite obsessed with this topic lately. Honestly, after I... well, let's just say I never really "wash" down there—it's strictly paper, and a mountain of it at that. It takes me at least five minutes just to get properly cleaned up. It’s honestly a bit mortifying when I’m staying at someone's house; I disappear for half an hour and come out having burned through half a roll of TP. And don't even get me started on showering; that has absolutely nothing to do with this specific issue. Am I just some kind of slob? I remember back when I was serving in the US Army, I noticed the Muslim guys always had those little water bottles tucked in the corners of the latrines, and we'd always make sure to shake hands with our left hands just as a nod to their customs. 😁