gentle love is so weird, like wdym you’re not mad at me because i’m overthinking, wdym you're not mad at me because i’m reacting badly. i expect you to get annoyed but you don’t. you’re just patient and not bothered at all. no one’s ever loved me like this
Genre of neurodivergent that’s like “Sure that person talks to me all the time, compliments me, opens up to me, remembers the things I say, values my opinions, & sticks around even when I’m accidentally inappropriate… but do they ACTUALLY like me or are they just tolerating me?”
Sometimes I feel like something glitched around 2019 and nobody talks about it.
Like the world didn’t end, it just… hardened.
Conversations feel shorter. Friendships feel thinner. Everyone is “connected” but no one is really here. We scroll through tragedies the way we used to scroll through memes. A disaster happens, we react with an emoji, and five minutes later we’re back to arguing about something irrelevant.
It’s like empathy got nerfed.
People film everything now. Fights. Accidents. Someone crying in public. The first instinct isn’t “help,” it’s “record.” We turned real life into content and content into personality.
Even time feels off. Weeks blur together. Years feel both fast and empty. You look up and it’s February again but you can’t remember living January.
And maybe I sound dramatic. Maybe this is just adulthood. But sometimes it feels like we crossed into a quieter, colder timeline and just agreed not to question it.
Like we survived something.
But we didn’t come back the same.