The dawning of the first day of the rest of your life is seeing... they didn't like you. They liked that you were willing to do the dumb , or complicated, casually demoralizing shit they convinced themselves (usually in council with also porn addled folks) they liked because it moved a faulty needle a bit & gave them hope.

That's why you lose your shit when you discover who they actually like, oftentimes recognizing it before they do. & notice I said 'Who' , not 'What' or 'How.'

So it becomes this thing...are you going to keep living that lie, punishing both of yall for the initially damn near unavoidable in this performance-ridden time ignorance? Or are you going to tell them to go live their truth ( because ya do care for them) so your truth can find you?