Ever feel like there’s this emptiness gnawing at you? Yeah, probably. It’s like, either you’re basking in the warm glow of validation or simmering in quiet resentment because you didn’t get it.
Most people aren’t “people” to you, not really. Rather, they are resources, pipelines of validation, pleasure, money — whatever fits.
If they don’t serve a purpose, they’re air, background noise. And when they do fit into your life, they’re simply another piece on your board.
You’re probably good with people, aware of the effect you have. Maybe you keep yourself looking sharp, take pride in your charm, and you might even get a thrill out of pulling some strings.
It’s not that you hate people per se, but they’re more like useful furniture. A comfy chair gets your attention; a broken, spring-sticking-out sofa? Toss it without a second thought. It’s nothing personal. You don’t hate the old sofa — you just get a better one and move on.
When someone’s gone, it might just bother you. But not because of them — because of what they did for you. They filled a role, and now that’s just gone. Love, attention, validation — it’s that hole they left that irks you.
It’s like a prized possession slipping through your fingers, and suddenly you’re empty again. Until someone else comes along, it’s uncomfortable…
