oh, you're not the imaginary hero i looked up to for years and projected all these traits onto? you're just some depressive bitch who needs to be heard with basic human compassion every now and then? i am outragedβhow could you mislead me so! trickster! hussie! seductress harlot!
... in the same breath that she's ever so disturbed by the fake version of her who lives in my head because i have an active inner life and fantasize about my girlfriend when we're apart.
at least i own my fantasy and don't try to project it on the reality in front of me.
the impossibility of explaining an inner world to someone who has never been meaningfully isolated or alone or without opportunity in their life. who just expects to always be able to pluck fruit off the tree when they will it.