Addiction to BL = porn addiction, kinda?
Jokes and memes aside, do some or even most of you feel addicted to BL? (It can be applied to any romance genre, with smut btw.)
Does it impact your daily life?
Do you feel like you can't stop reading even if you want to stop, or sometimes read and escape into BL even if you just want to take a break, to do something else, or to sleep?
Is it a coping mechanism for you?
Do you find yourself scrolling and scrolling to find the next dopamine fix, the next story that hits the spot, the next BL that fills the void? But it's somehow never enough? Fear of missing out, you gotta read it all, consume it all?
Do you feel empty after many sleepless nights of reading, to an extent, the same shit, different packages?
Where does appreciation for love, story telling and art start, where does it end and turn into mindless consumption, gooning, escapism from a life you have no control over, and you just let it happen to you like a passive bystander too addicted to care about real problems, relationships, and circumstances?
