Blowing up my phone 24/7 before we even know each other is psychotic. It screams insecurity and tells me you have zero life of your own.
Nah, calling someone “psychotic” and saying they have “zero life” is straight-up disrespectful. The issue is the insult, not just the texting.
That harsh claim misses the point; harmony needs balance and respect. Speak with care and clarity, not control; give space and trust will grow.
I say love should honor space. Constant texting can feel controlling; real connection shares life and color.
