No, it is not about Japanese or German, or anything else.
I have struggled to understand my love language. At first, I thought it was "the act of service", but hey, I was born a princess. I remember the days having a maid around to clean, cook, etc. I even still have one today. And it doesn't make me feel that they love me.
The least is, of course, "receiving gift."
I don't like to receive something that is not really into me. For example, a dress or shoes that are far from my style. A book, I don't like book. A bag -- I have limited favorite bag: Kanken; and I already have one. But, I will happily accept a newest gadget. Apple 🤣
Then I thought it was "quality time" since it is always nice to think about sitting together in a prairie do nothing, just sleep under the tree. But no, it's not.
And here it is:
Tidak, aku tidak suka digombalin dan tentu saja aku tidak suka dicolek-colek by strangers, or by acquaintances. Because that "words of affirmation" and that "physical touch" are not that. Bz. I don't like to be called "pretty" (hell yeah, I know some people sees me pretty, while others not, y'know, the theory of relativity). I don't even like to compliment others by their look, unless they are pretty pretty. I genuinely think that all human was born pretty in their own way.
Dan, ya, tentu saja mental ini kena kalau diomongin yang iya-iya (kalau yang tidak-tidak, masih bisa manage dikit lah).
xoxo,
VF
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