rachana rajan <3

Dhruv and Kreacher are the ones who were attracted to me, but they projected their feelings onto me and told the world I like them.

And they manipulated and exaggerated the truth in a way to make it look convincing.

When I had no such thoughts or intentions. The truth is a mellowed down version compared to their false narrative.

Same way, Draco was the one who was in love with the manager at Ministry.

But instead of saying she likes him.

She was saying he likes her and projected her feelings onto him.

She manipulated and exaggerated the truth in a way to make it seem convincing.

When in reality he didn’t like her because he didn’t even follow her back on Instagram when she sent a request.

Varsha vinod is the one who was insecure and she projected her insecurities onto me.

When I had never thought anything negative about her.

All I said was “you look different” because of her hair and clothes.

I had never seen her before in my life. In her Instagram her hair and clothes were different.

And if I’m not attracted to any women in office, I’m not sure why that bothers her, if she’s straight.

See where the whole problem lies.

It’s the way people are behaving, that’s the core of the problem.

(I have addressed and spoken about this before.)

People need to learn to say “I like her/him”. Instead of projecting their feelings onto the other person.

And being deluded enough to convince yourself and the world that they are the ones who like you.

It comes from a place of ego and fear of being rejected, lack of accountability and lack of integrity and character.

Because in reality the other person would not have such intentions and they probably are just being kind and sweet.

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I have complimented so many people in my life, not one person has took it in a wrong way even if it was a stranger.

The staff at BLR smile and wave whenever I complimented their sweatshirt.

I have hugged strangers on the road, I hug all the good men I go on a date with when I say bye.

Even if I don’t meet them again, I end in a good note.

I don’t hug the creeps whom I met on date.

I lightly squeeze everyone whom I hug. Everyone tells me I’m good at hugging.

There are people who stand on road with board saying “hug me if you are depressed” and strangers squeeze them.

And they don’t make it sexual.

Why?

Because their minds are clear.

When I hugged a friend when I was depressed and suicidal, I was asked if I want to be fingered.

Why?

Because his mind is filthy.

And I should have known better based on whatever I saw since day one.

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When it came to the moment of truth, these people twisted the fabric of reality in a cruel way and conveniently turned the table on me and because I’m different the world conveniently believed them.