Like any normal person, of course, I already thought about how I could be an idol.
I would be so charming and get a lot of “love”. Until one day, the fans would find out that I have a secret handsome boyfriend. They would also find out that all the songs I wrote were about someone specific all along. They would feel devastated, cheated, and betrayed. Because their narcissistic idealization as a version of “love” can never replace actual bonding and regular sex.