The most painful thing in the world is to be liked by a control freak who writes all your shit about you.
But this control freak is good at everything, he has a good brain, he knows everything, and his face is so beautiful that he looks like he will soar when the sun shines on him. He is seven years older than you, and he has known you since your shitty Seventeen. All the problems you are worried about and the puzzles you are confused about will always be solved in front of him. It's hard not to like it, right?
Don't look at me, I won't like it. I have been controlled by my parents since I was a child. If I am desperate, I may be controlled until death. If I find a control freak boyfriend, am I going to live?
Is it okay to speak softly until he flinches? Is it okay to go against him? If he wants to control me, it's okay if I don't do what he wants, right?
When I was seventeen, I was afraid of him even an inch, but now I'm twenty-one and I'm not afraid of him!
As for the clever ideas in his smart head, the expression on his thinking face, the way he speaks; the drooping eyes when playing the piano, the hands playing with the Rubik's Cube, and the smiling mouth holding flowers, they can all be ignored.
What? Is he getting married?
OK.
Intention: Growth and Reshaping of Cognition