One thing that I’ve realize of late is that I’ve tended to grow fond of many people who have taken an interest in me. Perhaps, that is what love or friendship relies upon. I’m not sure. I think that it’s somewhat rare for people to take an interest in your story. When they do, and especially when they inquire more than once, does that not make them a friend? Perhaps more?
The cynic in me wants to say that it is self-indulgence. Take a bite of my cookie. But, when we inquire others, are we trying to relate them to ourselves so that we can learn? That may be the case. However, if you ask and ask and ask, what makes you satisfied? Does it matter?
As I evaluate myself, I do aim for self-gratification in all of my relationships. It isn’t so bad. If I can talk to a person and uplift their spirit or help them think in a new light; I feel gratified. Not so much because they needed me but because that uplifting energy is contagious. Feasting on filet is better than chopped steak. So, I wonder if I should question my intent. After all, filet is filet if you indulge in that sort of thing.