Is There A Term For That One Mentor-mentee Dynamic Where The Mentor Is A Sly, Charismatic, Eccentric

Is there a term for that one mentor-mentee dynamic where the mentor is a sly, charismatic, eccentric and often secretive person and the mentee hates them with a burning passion but is often caught of guard or even scared by the other's tougher side

I just mentioned I was an aplatonic aroace on Pinterest and some idiots responded with 'APLATONIC???' '???' and 'People nowadays just keep making stuff up to make themselves feel special.'

Guess who's never commenting on Pinterest again 😊

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[song review- amour by rammstein]

(Before anyone asks, it's the only Rammstein song I know and no, I don't know German- I just read the translated lyrics.)

All I can say is that this song is a dark, haunting gem that I don't think I can get out of my head anytime soon. That guitar melody sends a shiver down my spine every time I hear it. I'm pretty indecisive about which line I love the best but the "Bitte, bitte, gib mir Gift" at the end makes me feel shrimp emotions.

However, it's the theme that made me obsessed with Amour: that love can be painful and destructive rather than being pure and sweet. I'm glad someone's addressed that because it's very easy to ignore the dark side of love. It also shows how even toxic love can still be addictive and cause people to mess themselves up without realising it.

That really hits me hard as a loveless aro because I've experienced this so much when it comes to my family and friends to a degree that now I feel extremely disconnected from it and the word itself has negative connotations for me. Yet, I still find myself torn between trying love and befriend others and isolating myself out of fear of getting hurt or used again.

Plus, Amour is the first song that I know which is about love but isn't a romantic song itself as it 'dissects' what it truly is without much bias.

ⓘ This user loves the sound of falling rain

I went back to my childhood home.

It looked so different but the familiar peacefulness was still the same. I felt it call out to me, a relic of a different time.

Most of the people I knew had moved away long ago but I could still see their shadows linger. How odd, even the living can leave ghosts behind.

I met the sweet old couple who gave us home-grown strawberries and had lunch with my childhood friend. For a moment, I wanted to pretend that I was six again, and nothing had changed.

I could still hear the sound of distant footsteps and the playful shrieks of children. So close yet so far away.

Sometimes, I find myself wishing that I had never left.