Support scarcity

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These days I feel that the more I need support from the people I look up to, the harder it is for me to get. It is like when you want iced water and there is no ice in the water. It is like when you walk into Prada and you end up walking out sulking.

I guess the usual response I’d probably get now would be:
1. Grow up! That’s how the world works!
2. My god, you are an attention whore!
3. Well, that’s because you expect people to read your mind and you place expectations on how they should behave towards you.
4. Everything doesn’t have to circulate around you, you know.

Which brings me to my question, whatever happened to support? I don’t expect anyone to give me the support I need. But from people who I treasure, I look up to and the usual people I’d tend to seek support from – say my boyfriend or lover or whatever they are called these days. Instead, the responses I get these days are shrouded with anger, accompanied with the lack of understanding and the inability to empathize.

What happened to talking slowly? Perhaps, speaking in a friendlier tone? Or just giving the facts without making things personal? Obviously, there is a sense of support scarcity here.

So what do I do now?

The “good” part of me tells me to be a better person. It tells me to continue to be nice and instead of feeling sorry for myself, I should just go with the flow and continue being me.

On the other hand, my “evil” side tells me to detach myself from them. Why be nice to people who doesn’t seem to understand the nature of being nice? Obviously, these people need to learn how to articulate themselves properly if their intentions were meant to be good. Should they get away with it? Well according to their rules, the only way is to be harsh (people actually learn that way). So harsh I should be. Letting them get away with it would be charity right now. And right now, I don’t feel so charitable towards the orally impaired.

Bite Me.