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I know this is accurate because somehow that sounds like something me and my ex would do.
If you heard this in jungkooks voice then I love you
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I need help explaining what a FP is/how it feels to have a FP to my FP... can you maybe explain it? You probably have before so I'm sorry for asking.
I haven’t explained it yet, and I don’t mind at all!! This will just be an in-depth description of what I have written on my term page!
Favorite Person (often shortened to FP) is a term used within the BPD community to describe someone who is usually being idealized and/or imprinted on. Often, someone with BPD feels incredibly dependent on this person and will put their needs before their own. They will frequently seek validation from their FP. Personally, my FPs are the people I base my opinions off of. Since BPD causes such an unstable sense of self, I feel like I can kind of anchor myself in these people.
It is also important to remember that while it is common for someone’s FP to be a close friend, date mate, or possibly a family member, it is not impossible for it to be someone you don’t know that well. A favorite person is most likely someone being idealized and/or imprinted on, which is not always someone close to you. In my experience, a FP is someone you feel like is one of the most important people in your life. You’re dependent on and attached to them and can’t imagine what life would be like without them.Â
BPD also causes “black-and-white thinking,” which essentially means something/someone is either good or bad with no gray in between. FPs are often seen as basically pure good wholesome people (even though this is not always true). This has always caused me to feel like I needed to do whatever is possible to give them everything good because they deserve only the best. A lot of people feel like they must do anything for their favorite person, even if it is detrimental to their own mental and/or physical health.
I hope this was somewhat helpful? I’m not very good at explaining things! I’m sorry!
Slowly people are seeing me for who I really am. One by one I will lose them. And although it won't be the typical we-don't-speak-anymore kind of losing, no because we're adults, it'll be more like the relationships become more formal, more stiff. I'm happy for my friends for finding better people really. You deserve better, and my pathetic sorry ass shouldn't drag you down.
It is one of the greatest tragedies of our earthly existence, that the ones who understand us (more than others) end up being those we talk to/relate with the least...