BPD is like everything is on 10, but you don’t know that it’s on 10. It feels right to you. Imagine a stereo that someone glued the volume all the way up, and that loud is all you know. Meanwhile everyone else has a dial they adjust for volume.
In my life there’s a real vibe of: It’s not that **I** am mad that someone just called a person a slur in public, it’s that **EVERYONE ELSE** isn’t mad like they should be.
There’s a real feeling of, “why am I the only one who cares?”, regardless of if I am, indeed, the only one who cares.
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