Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The fight over the money started before my grief even settled. Voices rose, guilt sharpened, and suddenly my grandfather’s final gift felt like a battlefield instead of a blessing. I almost gave in. I almost handed it over just to keep the peace. Then a letter appeared—his letter—waiting in my aunt’s hands, carrying words that…

Sleeping with the wrong person can shatter you in ways you never saw coming. It starts as a moment of desire, a distraction, a late-night decision you convince yourself is harmless. Then the silence after hits. The texts slow down. The respect you hoped for never comes. You replay everything, wondering when you ignored your…

He said he only wanted peace. Not freedom. Not escape. Just an end to the sound of the woman he loved begging to disappear. Now, a 93-year-old man stands at the center of a case that has shattered his quiet street and ripped open questions no one wants to fac… Continues… They had once been…

Sleeping with the wrong person doesn’t just sting. It haunts. The touches fade, but the questions don’t. Was I used? Did I use them? What does this say about me? Long after the bed is cold, the shame, confusion, and invisible bruises linger. Reputations shift. Trust cracks. And sometimes, the person you stop trusting most…

Ethan Bramble built a persona on shock and spectacle, starting body modifications at just 11 and eventually tattooing his entire face. For years, the pain, the attention, and the dramatic transformations felt like control. Then came fatherhood. Walking his young daughter to school, he began to see himself through the eyes of other parents, teachers,…

Flip over a Tupperware lid and that tiny fork-and-cup icon suddenly feels a lot more serious. It’s not branding or decoration; it’s a certification. That small mark means the plastic has been tested and approved for direct food contact, designed not to leach harmful chemicals or alter taste under normal kitchen conditions. In a world…

That blue stop sign isn’t a glitch in reality, but it isn’t there by accident either. On public roads in the U.S., stop signs are required to be red by federal standards. Blue versions usually live on private property—business parks, gated communities, or long driveways—where owners are free to bend the visual rules, even if…

So what kind of mentorship happens behind a locked door?” I asked. Her breath caught. “All those nights… he was lying?” “Oh honey, he wasn’t just lying—he was building a second life.” A loud slam sounded. “I’ve been made a fool!” You have,” I said, “but not by me.” “I’m coming there. Don’t let them…

In this lighthearted and amusing tale, three elderly gentlemen visit a doctor to undergo a routine memory test. The doctor, hoping to check their mental sharpness, begins with a simple question: “What is three times three?” The first man thinks hard, squints his eyes, and proudly announces, “274!” His answer is wildly incorrect, but he…

When my daughter Tasha lost her job last year, I opened my home to her and her four kids. I covered food, school costs, doctor visits—everything—while she tried to get back on her feet. It wasn’t easy, but we managed. Then on her 26th birthday, she sat us down and said the words I feared…