I’m realizing how conditional everyone’s love is. You have to be the best you all the time or always happy or say things the way they want or do shit they way they see fit in order for them to maintain their level of love for you. Absolute garbage.
Playing dumb will show you how wicked people really are, but once you cut the act and turn out smarter than they expected, it really PISSES people off.
Too much exposure invites entitlement, and too much access breeds disrespect. When people feel they can reach you anytime, see you everywhere, and speak to you however they want, they begin to forget your value. Mystery protects respect, boundaries protect peace.