There’s nothing more exhausting than someone who treats me like their only hobby. Suddenly, my favorite color is their favorite color, my playlist becomes their religion, and they start quoting me like I’m scripture. Cute? No. Creepy? Absolutely.
Here’s the thing: I want a partner, not a clone. If your entire personality is “the person I like,” you’re basically a placeholder waiting to be replaced. I need someone who brings their own flavor, their own chaos, their own spark, not someone whose biggest flex is that they orbit me.
Final Word: Be your own main character, or get cut from the cast.
Disclaimer: This is entertainment, not a call to arms. If you feel attacked, maybe log off and rediscover your hobbies.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	