Greetings. I go by Capricious, Nurse, or Xiao. The first two are preferred—only close friends use the last. If necessary, you may shorten Capricious to Capri. I am a woman of undeniable femininity, untethered by the confines of labels. Additionally, I am bound to a morbidly dreadful individual, rendering any attempts at flirtation both futile and unwelcome.
Before you burden me with your presence, take note of the following;
- Anticipate delayed responses—if any at all. My spouse commands my attention every hour beyond the confines of time itself, with my close friends occasionally granted the courtesy of acknowledgment.
- I bear the burden of BPD, DID, and a collection of other psychological afflictions. Approach with caution—my temperament is as mercurial as a storm, shifting from sorrow to fury in the blink of an eye.
- I am profoundly obsessive and possessive, with a penchant for control that some may find unsettling. My mind does not align with the ordinary, nor does it seek to. If such traits strike you as a ‘red flag’ or disturb your delicate sensibilities, I advise you to spare yourself the discomfort of my presence altogether.
- I am indifferent to admiration and praise, should you feel compelled to offer it. However, excessive adulation quickly becomes tiresome. Refrain from overindulgence, lest you find yourself ignored, confronted, or removed entirely.
- Refrain from any form of flirtation, jesting or otherwise. This boundary has been trespassed far too often, and I am weary. Flirting, in any guise, strikes me as peculiar, and my partner finds it deeply unsettling.
- Should you find yourself blocked by me, rest assured it is for a reason—likely one rooted in discomfort or warranted caution. If it pleases me, I may offer an explanation; though, more often than not, I shall not. I owe nothing to anyone.
- I do not employ tone tags, nor do I wish for them to be used upon me. Should you require clarification of my tone, inquire, and I shall extend the same courtesy.
- There are times when I am wholly apathetic, devoid of remorse or empathy. Such states are beyond my control, and I make no apology for them.