it feels like you enjoy something way too much and people do not share the interest but just lowkey indulge you and your enthusiasm is just seen as ramblings about something they do not care about in the slightest. or maybe they like it on the surface and now you're the weird one. and the longer they allow you the more they'll end up resenting you later down the line. like they're being more patient but not interested. and to them you're at best a babbling toddler or at worst an obsessed freak. and every time you open your mouth you had to the burden they see you as. and when things blow up, because they will, because you are annoying, when they blow up, they will let you know how much of a bother you were the entire time. because you love them but you know they're a "will you shut up about [x]" at every corner. like the only person who will ever wholly accept you is you.
