Why do people get crazy obsessed with a person or a virtual person?

I think it may be that he is too lonely, or that he has no one to share his joys and sorrows with, and he doesn't try to meet more friends and the opposite sex. It may also be because we don't know how to express our emotions and don't know how to get along with others, so we have an attachment to virtual characters, in fact, as long as we have more contact with the outside world, more contact with strangers, and make more friends, we will not be obsessed with some virtual things, so that we can also return to normal life.

If a person is madly obsessed with a person or a virtual person, it means that this person has formed a certain status in his heart, and he also wants to become that kind of person, so he will be madly infatuated with him.

I have read a sentence before, saying that most people are not obsessed with a real person, but the person he imagined himself, but in reality, there is someone who is more consistent with the person he imagined, and he began to be obsessed with her, just like we are very obsessed with celebrities, in fact, we are just obsessed with his appearance and the character he shows.

I think this is people's curiosity about new things, and the appreciation of an art transcends itself, and a person with good looks and skills can naturally get higher attention, which is beyond reproach.

I think this kind of person should be, feel that he is not perfect, and then he likes the look, and everyone else happens to have it, so he will be crazy and obsessed.

If the person is a virtual person, it is also possible that the person is particularly rich in mental activity and has a strong imagination.

For example, in ancient times, many people would choose to believe in some gods, because he felt that it was the place where the soul longed for the most, where it might be pure and beautiful, and would bring good luck to himself.

The feeling of being crazy about a person, from this sentence I think you are an extremely cold person, maybe you can call it indifference! Infatuation is not love, it is a kind of admiration, admiration for her, so she will be infatuated with him, and he feels that everything about him is the best. Being with him is the happiest.

This is all because of the lack of satisfaction in reality, or this person is always immersed in the fantasy world, unwilling to accept reality, preferring to indulge in such a perfect other half in his heart.

I gave myself a virtual ex-boyfriend in order to divert mental sustenance. I'm a very vigilant person, and it's hard for me to get used to normal couples, so I created myself a virtual person, imagined what happened to me and him, and finally used a reason to get him out. Keep hinting to myself that I think I like this ex-boyfriend and want to find him.

In this way, I have goals, people I like, and I feel like a normal person.

How much have you ever been obsessed with someone, and what was it like?

I like you, not to mention the ambition of a wolf, but the heart of a thief is immortal."

Every time someone asks me what type of person I like, I start describing you again."

The other person may not even know that you have been "shortly, passionately and shyly in love" with him, and you yourself may not admit or believe that you have ever been "shortly, passionately and shyly in love" with him. However, it is true that there was a short period of time, because of this person, you were so excited that you didn't recognize your relatives, and you got rid of the attraction of the earth and soared through the clouds on Mars.

I look forward to seeing him at school every second, and I hope in my dreams that we can get back together.

Because of you, I'm happy and sad I'm brave and timid I'm capricious The time we spent together is really very happy I don't shy away from following you regardless of other people's eyes You have taught me a lot and changed me a lot I really love you Although I met a lot of people later and had a lot of feelings But no one is as good as you I was infatuated with and will remember now.

It's been seven years, every time I see this kind of topic, the first thing I think of is him, from junior high school to college, I haven't liked another person anymore, and I haven't even been moved by another person of the opposite sex, I don't know that my obsession is so deep.

Whenever I see a topic, I think of him.

It's like for a moment, I thought I wouldn't fall in love with someone else.

Actually, I'm not an affectionate person. But I really always think of him, I always think of the feeling I felt at that time.

Take screenshots of all the chat logs with him, and then save them and look at them often.

Probably every time I pass by his class, my eyes subconsciously look for him, every time I go to physical education class and know that the next class is their class, I hope to meet him on the way back, I hope to see him in the cafeteria, I hope to see him after school, I want to see him every day, and I will be happy to see him happy. His every move was so cute in my eyes.

I used to have a simple crush on him, knowing that he wouldn't like me, but it was a really happy time, and then I probably woke up from a dream, and his light was still there, but I didn't have the same enthusiasm as I used to be.

But he has a girlfriend, and I can't blatantly like him.

Possessive!

When I first met, I felt that I really had no regrets in my life to be with him, and I was really annoyed to become a boyfriend.

He's just standing there, and he doesn't have to do anything, and I like him.

Probably because of one person, so there is no reason to want to stay in that city because the evening breeze is sweet when we walk together.

So much so that now it's all about to happen!

Until now, he has been my reason for rejecting others!

The people I met later were all like him, but none of them were either, and they couldn't be him.

If you give it another chance, you still feel like you'll choose.

The thought of meeting is about to grin the corners of my mouth to the back of my ears.