Rrats makes us act on false narratives. What was said so many times in our heads becomes our plastic truth. Over time, these fake parts of the story—the pieces that we’ve made up—actually cement into the gaps between truth.
They feel real. We treat them as real. We call them real. And we don’t check for any other reality (true reality, not our created reality) because we’ve closed that door—it’s a done deal.
But we don’t see it. To our story-seeking minds, it doesn’t matter that the story parts are made up. Not at all. Our story-seeking, narrative-loving selves can’t be bothered with Truth.
We believe the lies. And lies are destructive.
My point is, love your chuubas no matter what and most importantly, don't believe their lies.