Dear readers, coming back from a few days where I needed to step away from people’s vibes…
There are no guilty or innocent people here!
Don’t expect compassion in my writing… you know that my readings are softer than trying vodka for the first time! If this is your first visit, leave your prejudices at the door 😉
C’here—though it still feels fresh even after a few years—dating apps are the new boom against boredom…
As kids, we played with toys; as adults, are we playing with people? 💭💬
But without falling into clichés or playing the victim…
are they playing with us, or are we the ones letting them play? 🤔
Personally, I think dating apps are a zoo… it’s predetermined. You know, if the bio is too perfect, the guy’s got a silver tongue, if it’s just two words, he’s hiding sth… the rest of the wannabes have a generic bio 🤷♀️
Real talk, if you’re out in the jungle, how do you spot those who won’t stick around but still make you obsessed with climbing into their league?
No romanticizing here—I call these types *wolves*, and yeah, you’ve probably dealt with one, or you’re dealing with one right now..
Wolves, well, they don’t speak straight..
They don’t want you to follow them..
And they definitely don’t see you as an equal.
They read your weak spots in seconds, they smell your need for validation, and they play with that until you’re left empty and mesmerized 𓆰♡𓆪
Why are they so addictive?
They draw you in bc they don’t even try..
‘Cause they don’t need to say much..
‘Cause their mere presence makes you feel like you’re being tested..
And it’s not that you want to conquer them—It’s that you need them to choose you…
That’s already the beginning of your downfall.
They want to hunt you, devour you, and leave your bones picked clean… while you’re still wondering if it was love in their graveyard… I know the scene sounds raw 😰
Here.. I want you to see the reality: the wolf isn’t the villain, the wolf isn’t the victim, the wolf just is.
I’m not trying to scare you!
Not the literal wolf from Little Red Riding Hood, haha… too cliché for my fetiches 😒
This wolf? You open the door of your life to him bc they’re too attractive, too perfect, and you think they noticed you haha.. poor things 😓
This wolf whispers in your ear, becomes your conscience, bc they’re not just living rent-free in your mind—they’re also making you choose moments with them without thinking..
You change your plans just to fit them. They work in silence, and if you manage to get into a relationship, they drain your energy 😮💨
So, ik, all of you are like, ‘Kim, who’s the wolf?’
They’re the guy who promises nothing but often leaves you waiting..
They’re the one who don’t look at you—They scans you like prey from the first interaction..
They’re the one who don’t reply right away, but when they do, they rewires your heartbeat..
They’re the one who don’t want a story with you, but still marks you like you’re theirs..
But once they have you, and you become predictable, they get bored and vanish :/
Here’s the interesting part — what kind of person attracts a wolf?
Little Red Riding Hood was literal, but it can also be figurative.
Wolves are drawn to what roams free, looks happy, and seems hard to get… and that’s where coincidence masquerades as desire.
Because yes, a wolf is irresistible as hell 😼
Dear readers, this is just the roleplay between a narcissist and a naive person.
First off, I don’t buy into the concepts that long-career psychologists have labeled—like narcissism or psychopathy.
We need to learn that if we’re in the jungle or the zoo, we can’t walk around all innocent, thinking some bigger beast won’t devour us—in this case, emotionally.
Even the weakest animal in the food chain knows that 😕
The narcissist—let’s call them that, as I said—isn’t the villain.
The kind you spot across the room and instantly know—trouble you’ll get never close enough to enjoy..
The one with that “I know you’re looking at me, and I didn’t ask for it” vibe..
They never ask for attention, they absorb it..
If they made you feel bad, they apologize with a smile and a “you know it’s not personal, I’m just distracted” — your nervous system flashes warning lights, but you tied a blindfold on yourself on purpose..
To them, you’re just one of their toys.. they use you until they’re satisfied, then puts you in a box and later checks to see which one entertained them the most…
Gossip sesh:
The other day I was with a friend of mine, sharing a chill night, and I see him on his phone, checking WhatsApp profile pics. I go, “I’ve done that too haha.” and he hits me with, “What? You also check out guy’s profile pics to see who’s looking hotter now?” And I’m like, “Ouch, no, no, I do it for the vibes, damn, that stings, buddy, poor guys haha.”
Folks, this is what wolves—male or female—do… there’s no gender divide in this behavior 🤓
Dear readers, you know I’m always real…Remember: The woman who tames her mind can be your karma.
These “lobas” text you when they’re bored, making you think the idea of going out was yours..
The ones who invite you to the game with a glance and vanish while you’re still in the intro of your heartbreak playlist..
The ones who smell your need for validation from the first “hey,” they love guys who are leaders among their friends bc they get a kick out of watching their ego squirm..
And you, my friend, with a thousand social chains, a thousand things you did to save the damsel, she laughs when she reminds you…
It’s raw, but it’s the survival code.. as you know, human instinct works the same as animal instinct—it’s pure biology 🤷♀️
This isn’t a blanket statement.. I know there are plenty of rational humans out there—not Prince Charmings, but knights with scars ❤
As the Joker, my favorite “villain,” once said:
*Why so serious?*
This isn’t Nostradamus’ prophecy, just someone observing everything while puffing on a habano 👻
Phew! if I were Catwoman, I’d say sth like:
If curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back to life 😏
There are no villains—everything that happens to us is bc we allow it.
Remember, morality is a power’s game.
Are you in tutorial mode?
Bye now! 👽💋
