The exhilarating rush of dopamine that floods in when someone utters those magical words—"That's amazing," "You're doing great," "This looks fantastic," "You write so brilliantly"—or in the language of the Z-age, "Yaass Queen," "You're spitting," "Preach preacher," and my personal favorite, "You ate!"—has an intoxicating effect. It's like being on cloud nine, floating in a sea of praise and adulation. Even though the phrase "You ate" may seem unconventional, it brings a unique and delightful sense of affirmation, especially when used as a compliment for looking good. In those moments, I feel an indescribable euphoria that nobody can take away from me.
The Curse of Validation
The exhilarating rush of dopamine that floods in when someone utters those magical words—"That's amazing," "You're doing great," "This looks fantastic," "You write so brilliantly"—or in the language of the Z-age, "Yaass Queen," "You're spitting," "Preach preacher," and my personal favorite, "You ate!"—has an intoxicating effect. It's like being on cloud nine, floating in a sea of praise and adulation. Even though the phrase "You ate" may seem unconventional, it brings a unique and delightful sense of affirmation, especially when used as a compliment for looking good. In those moments, I feel an indescribable euphoria that nobody can take away from me.