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Hi. I’m Drei, and I’m an Addict.
Not to alcohol, drugs or even sex (Ok, maybe a little to Milk Tea.)
Some of my friends have reached some sort conclusion that I am addicted to “falling in love”. Not love itself, (I actually wish it were as simple as that), but the feeling just before that. You know, the rush, the kilig as some would call it. Just to ( Read more... )
In this published material, you have admitted of being a playboy and a charmer. I don't really know you so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt but honestly, this is the first time for me to encounter a guy, who refuses to believe ones narcissism.
How did I get narcissism when in fact, as you've said, you're easily subjected to falling in love? Well, have you not encountered something called indirect narcissism? Hmmm... You’re a smart guy so I guess you'll have to figure that one out for yourself.
I learn things everyday. It just so happens that what I learnt today had something to do with people who use masks to portray someone else or someone imprinted by society. In your case, I think what you’ve got on is a mask who romanticizes dependence or having someone to depend on oneself. Hmmm... Maybe I'm opening a can of worms here… but you know what? I think it’s about time.
I'm not telling you to become pessimistic or to have an advance dose of midlife crisis. That would be absurd. All that I'm saying is that you should go to the nearest bakery and get yourself the biggest humble pie. I myself am off to get some now. I think I've run out of it myself.
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