I love attention. Love it. And I am also, strangely, someone who regularly falls in love with people who make me chase after them like a starving dog for meager scraps of their attentiveness. The other day, I was talking about all this with one of my oldest and bestest friends. Describing the way I'd been unceremoniously cut out of someone's life, they'd just stopped talking to me out of the blue. And I said "..well, that's fine, but..." and my friend stopped me and said, "No, it's not fine. But we keep saying that it is." This gave me some thinking space. It got me to a place where I was aware enough to realize how much of a doormat I'd let myself be with this person, with a few people... and how uncharacteristic that is of me... and then I got lyrical about it. :)
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