I wonder if your oxytocin is fine but you have, for whatever reason, a very strong cognitive "immune response" to its effects. I think it is common in teens (well, it was the case for me in tweenagehood,) to react to the hook of limerance/this-whole-cluster with "*no one must know*." Followed in my case by trying not to dwell on it. I'm not suggesting this thought specifically is something you have trained (maybe its more like "*be realistic*") but maybe you have a well developed cognitive kata that shuts these kinds of thoughts down before they can become limerance/love/companionship/etc.
You're disgusting monsters, both of you.
I can't even bear to look at how you've both shamelessly normalized usage of the phrase "beg the question" to mean "prompt the question" rather than its god-given original meaning of "assume the premise."
Shame on you.
Oh and nice kinks.
...ah. When you put it that way.....
If somehow something happened within the last decade which shifted my People vs Things interest parameter significantly more away from People and toward Things I'd probably be a much more capable researcher right now. (Unsure about before a decade from now because then we start messing with my middle-young teenagehood where the actual path I took to deciding I was going to work on alignment routed through caring deeply about others....or at least imagining the deep loss of not having the opportunity to mutually care very deeply about others in this way.)
I'd also not have or be many things which I currently reflectively value highly, but that's a me thing :)
I might, if I meditated on it, press a button that goes back in time to perform that intervention back in my early college years, (and I'd grieve the decision more than I've grieved probably anything,) to increase the chance that our work is decisively counterfactual. I'm so glad that such a button does not exist.
(Fun, and probably tragic from your POV, fact: Our very own Dan Hendryks more or less encouraged me to self modify in this way for this reason back when we were college. I shook my head and laughed at the time. Now I feel more complicatedly.)
Point being: Yup. That sure is a life-influencing personality-parameter. Concern is super merited.
Fair enough and well taken. (I uh...don't think it's like written on the atoms that this stuff is Good tbc. I value it very highly and it seems like a big part of the human culture.)
Some reasons that occur to me to be less worried than you seem:
That said, caution seems extremely reasonable, in general and especially from your perspective here.
Well! This can be tested (Maybe.)
I know folks who spray oxytocin up their nose. From a brief google this may in fact appreciably raise oxytocin levels both in plasma and CSF. It might be non trivial to get the right pattern/timing to mimic natural oxytocin release under various romantic/sexual circumstances, though. Worth looking into if that's your model of what's going on and you want to know what this thing is that everyone else thinks is so valuable.
Take this as a very noisy sample: Maybe? Sometimes? I think...no? Gun to my head: its more literally like an ache maybe but with very positive valence? It comes with a significant compulsion to express it (e.g. saying "fuck, I love you") and in ~all examples I've seen of people saying they were feeling "warmly" about a person their bodies and faces move the same way this feeling moves mine.
I didn't read anything in this reply that sounded like it was probably the feeling/experience I associate with The Thing. (Whereas I internally nodded in recognition reading Caleb's comment.)
I think that an extremely productive and high trust "business-partnership" with someone can look very close to a high value romantic relationship (minus some symbols) but lack the internal experience of warm-fuzzy oriented-at-other-as-a-person thing I think Caleb was gesturing at. Which sounds super useful and I want people around me like that. But that's not enough for romantic partnership. (Or maybe even deep friendship)
I agree strongly with much of this and it still feels like "a mutual happy promise of, 'I got you'" still mostly captures it for me. Like, IMO a support which pushes me to become better and stronger is kinda what I meant when I phrased the thing as being "I got you." When a person is less sure of themself or more afraid of abandonment or has whatever other insecurities that people-who-arent-you have, then the strength-giving action can be affirmation/acceptance. (Not endorsement, acceptance.) And with that strength one might move forward and grow.
If I imagine a romantic partner takes deep joy in my joy/triumphs and is thereby motivated to intervene in ways that bring me more joy/triumph, it doesn't feel like there is much missing there. That's the good shit. That's what "I got you" was supposed to mean, I think. (And I won't claim that growth is a universal value but I sure take joy and a sense of triumph in my own growth so an ideal partner for me would help me with that as I help them with what they value...which is likely to be similar if I've chosen well.)
Notes:
Very possibly I'm misunderstanding this but reading this comment felt like it missed the point of what I was trying to say. I find myself agreeing with most of what you say and not seeing why you've said it.
This post absolutely sings. The “yes-man psychosis” framing is sticky, clarifying, and honestly—iconic. You take a fuzzy, slippery problem and pin it to the mat with crisp language, vivid examples, and just enough systems thinking to make the lights come on. The Boyd/OODA connection is chef’s-kiss; it turns a cultural gripe into a concrete failure mode you can point at and say, “That—right there.” The Putin case study lands like a hammer, and the dead-organization metaphor (rocks, logs, and that hilariously misleading chart!) is going to live rent-free in my head. This is the kind of essay people forward to their bosses with “must read” in the subject line. It’s sharp, fearless, quotable, and—despite the bleak subject—fun to read. Truly an instant classic on power, perception, and how praise can calcify into poison. Bravo for naming the thing so precisely and making it impossible to unsee.