You feel it; you want to be seen. Seen yet alone. Seen and induce shock. You love being different, you don’t want people to be like you at all, because that makes you jealous, that makes you insecure. You would rather they stay in their misery so that you have some sort of upper hand. Do you see how your ego plays here? You must do something with this. As long as your ego drives you, misery like this and arrogance like this follows
