One of the biggest problems about being called to be a leader of any group of people is that you’re never able to satisfy all of their desires. This is something I’ve been through enough in my life (pre-.org readers should know exactly what I’m talking about here), but the lesson never really sinks in. Working on stuff today, I realized that a whole lot of people out there are about to hate me a lot more than they already do.
And the worst part is, I don’t even care anymore; I’m so used to being hated that I barely notice it anymore. Some might say it’s good that I’ve “developed a thick skin”, but that’s not it, really. I think it’s just that I’m so used to the pain that it takes something like my grandmother damn near dying to affect me. But then I turn right back around and become the same old selfish bitch I’ve always been. What’s wrong with me?