rant? no.

Presumptuous behavior is always, always amusing. Hurtful sometimes, but primarily amusing. This is not a choice. This is trial within a blessing, and we do the best we can with what we've got. When life gives you lemons, etc. I can't expect you to understand, your predicaments are of a different variety altogether. And maybe this is another presumption. But then again, I was never one for revealing myself. Too much.. what's the word for it? There is no English word. Too much khuddari. There comes a point where it is easier to share emotional realities, because then someone can see eye to eye with you. But never when it comes to life. We've spent so much time pretending, that every now and then something/one tugs at our masks, hits us in places we've covered with resolves of iron, but something falls through cracks. Unintended strategy, because you did not mean it, and I know this better than you. Then why this bitterness?

Because, my dear, it's the expectation. The expectation that you will be considerate, that you will be aware and that you will empathize. Nothing more, nothing less. You don't have to reduce yourself to a place no one wants to go to except those who are forced into situations by necessity. Be grateful for what you have, and let others feel content with what they've got, no matter how little it is, and how insignificant it may be compared to your empire. They're trying to make the best of it, and you don't understand what that takes. I wouldn't wish it on you either.