What the DSM means by “not having a fixed sense of identity”:
Think of someone you looked up to as a kid [older sibling, bff, cousin wtvr] and the very first time you guys got to hang out, it was exciting but you still worried about them thinking you were cool. You wanted them to know you had things in common so that they’d have no reason to dislike you.
Well that is sort of how it feels for borderlines in every social situation with an exception to the ppl we are 100% comfortable being ourselves around [favorite person. Fp, for instance].
Its not that we look up to every single person we talk to. Its that we are hypervigilant as fuck about being rejected. On a subconscious level, we would rather not risk having to feel that rejection mid conversation so its literally second nature for us to feel and believe we agree with that person during the interaction.
You might say everyone is self conscious and wants to appear agreeable at times, but the point I’m making is that we do this on a subconscious level all the damn time. Its our norm and it doesnt matter if we dont care for the other person very much. We still care about being rejected.
So you can imagine what this is like in our closer relationships. The imprinting just happens. And it happens long term. Before we know it we’ve changed our word choices, our political views based on whoever we spend the most time idealizing [this extends to famous ppl who inspire the borderline].
Ugh wanted to write more but i have to go back to work. I am well aware others experience this bpd trait differently so pls reply down below what its like for u.
Yes. My views, opinions, and tastes change depending on who I spend time with the most (or spend time at the moment). I often feel like a chameleon or a cephalopod who is blending in and always changing.
When death threats are issued against Rey, an orphan turned politician (thanks to the help of Senator Organa) from the Western Reaches, who better to protect her life than the Jedi she shares an unusually rare force bond with?
You know, being in the spn fandom results in some really strange typed sentences; “I really liked Death” being one of them. But, with such a cool character, it’s kind of hard not to say it, right? Here are some reasons to love and appreciate Death.
His entrance.
His presence.
The fact that Death, the Horseman himself, really loves junk food is hilarious, relatable, and kind of concerning when you think about it. (Like, Death likes Chicago Deep Dish. Is that because it’s good or because eating way too much junk food will kill you? Both probably.)
He’s presented as a neutral party in the apocalypse. He really doesn’t want to do anything he doesn’t want to do and finds the petty squabbling of the angels tired and annoying.
Death is actually pretty neutral throughout his many appearances, even if he does have a soft spot for the Winchesters. He doesn’t want to be used as a pawn but is willing to help if the threat to the world (Lucifer, Godstiel, Demon!Dean) is significant enough.
He was one of the oldest beings in existence.
Unlike the other Horsemen, he really didn’t seem to relish in his job. He was Death, but it wasn’t like he wanted everyone to die. He seemed much more concerned with balance than anyone else in the spn universe.
He considered it an honor to reap Sam Winchester.
He confirmed the existence of life on other planets.
He’s really damn blunt. I like it.
Apparently, he can be killed.
Of all the characters on spn, he’s probably the only one who reallly isn’t that concerned with what happens to the world. Sure, he’ll help but he’s not going to go out of the way to do it and he certainly isn’t going to clean-up other people’s messes. He was a fascinating character.
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