You ever just... invest so much in someone else’s life, you know? Like, you spend hours—HOURS—arranging your pantry to perfectly mirror some aesthetically pleasing online creator's setup, down to the exact jars, the *labels*. And then they post a new video and you feel this… surge. This weird, deep satisfaction, like *you* achieved something. Like it was *your* accomplishment, not theirs. It’s a total transference, obviously, some kind of weird vicarious living when your own days just blend into each other, consumed by endless needs that aren't yours. But why does it feel so… real? I don’t get it.