u/IamAlani

I’ve never really had or struggled with acne. So I’ve never really thought about face rags when washing my face. But recently I’ve heard so much about people who use rags to dry their face after washing it.

My “skin care routine” is basically rinsing my face with water, letting it air dry, then putting moisturizer. It’s worked for me, so I don’t change it.

However, one of my friends who deals with acne, does a a skin care routine with so many different products, but they still say their acne is bad. I asked them what they do, they told me, and at the end they said they have been using a rag to dry their face. I told them, “I heard face rags or rags that stay hanging around just collect & build more germs”. And said maybe try not using the rag for a while & let your face air dry. They refuse to listen & still use the rag.

Is it that hard to air dry your face after washing it?
Why don’t more people do it?
Is what I said about the germs on the rags even true?

So I read a lot of physiological type of stuff but I want to change it up & start getting into romance.
I was watching something on instagram ,where there was a women having extreme visible anxiety. A big man who looked pretty intimidating, ran to her & gave her a hug. It looked so loving & intimate. I’m not saying it looked sexual or anything just looked passionate, and that he wanted to just be there for her. (He ends up calming her down.)

I want to read something like that. A woman & a man, the man being like rugged or like burly & intimidating. He is soft with, protects, & comforts her. I also don’t want them to make a move quick. they DONT even have to end up kissing or doing anything sexual btw.

My childhood dog died a while ago, and I don’t think I had really processed it at the time.

He died in 2024. He was like 12 and lived with my relatives. They had taken him in after stuff happened with my family that I won’t talk about. But they raised him & we would visit a lot. I was over their house 2024 summer & he was having a rough time. My aunt & uncle took him to the vet late at night, they hadn’t gotten home until the morning. They came back with a bunch of medication & the vet had told them, If he got worse, we should be ready to say goodbye. It got worse and they put him to rest. I had decided not to go to the vet, idk why. I regret it. I didn’t want to see him go but it was selfish of me.

Recently, like a couple of months ago, I was sleeping. In the dream I was having I was walking down the stairs to my aunt & uncles house. It was super light and like paradise. I got the end of the stairs and He was there. His tail wagging, his little nugget. His bum shaking from side to side. Heavy breathing. His nails shifting & clacking on the wooden floor. I ran down and pet & hugged him. I started crying, really hard. I felt myself drifting awake. However, when I finally woke up, I was balling. I woke up crying, wiping my eyes. I couldn’t stop crying. I’m not a crier. I don’t cry for anything. I had never heard myself make noises while I cried before.

I’m not sure If that was grief or me mourning. I don’t really know what that was.

I’m not religious, so I don’t think that was like “heaven” or something like that.

I love you boy. I’ll always remember you. Have you on all my passwords 😭🕊️