I have tried countless times to share what little understanding of the world I possess. Time and again, the people I share with get frustrated and turn their efforts towards me as if I were some obstacle blocking their growth.
Imagine I don't exist. Imagine what little meaningful insight you gained from me was something you had to find on your own. The gratitude, appreciation & thankfulness are all lies. For fangs to bare toward an echo carried by the wind.
This sort of thing would inflict injury. I couldn't understand why folk would turn on me. After years of this pattern, I took responsibility & slowly stopped sharing my precious views. Nobody respects my thoughts like I do. It is a waste of my time to share for cowards to turn on me.
That is not to say there were not good interactions but that them being sparse is insufficient. I really could grab the world in some manner and shake it thoroughly. Maybe I will.
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