Numb people are easy to sell to. They don’t demand truth—only relief. They don’t seek connection—only distraction. So the culture feeds them dopamine rituals dressed as romance. Predictable emotions. Safe cycles. No risk. No depth. No rupture. But love that never risks pain never touches truth. Emotional anesthesia keeps people compliant. It keeps identities shallow and relationships interchangeable. It keeps longing unresolved and attention redirected. Depth threatens system

February sells warmth. Soft lighting. Matching pajamas. Curated intimacy. But what most people call love this month is closer to anesthesia. Comfort doesn’t ask questions. Love does. Comfort smooths edges, avoids conflict, and replaces presence with proximity. It keeps people together without asking them to actually see one another. It fills silence with routine and mistakes familiarity for devotion. Love fractures identities. Love exposes mismatches. Love refuses to let you