And the greatest miracle is this: when your like finally matures, you realize you never really needed the world to like you back. You only needed two or three people to see you clearly.
Not the romantic soulmate—but the toxic expectation that anyone should perfectly mirror you. Immature like is narcissistic: I like you because you are a reflection of me. Mature like is generous: I like you because you are different from me, and I am curious about that difference. like matures
In its infancy, like is a sprinter. It is fast, hot, and breathless. It is the dopamine hit of a notification, the thrill of a shared meme, the instant camaraderie of agreeing that a certain celebrity is attractive. This young "like" is hungry for validation. It keeps score. It asks, Do they like me back? Am I winning? And the greatest miracle is this: when your
In the end, immature like asks, What can you give me? Mature like asks, Who are you when no one is watching? Immature like is narcissistic: I like you because