Attention is a drug. Its absence wreaks havoc on our self-esteem, and its presence brings on a high so euphoric that we forget the adverse effect it indirectly brings. The supply we get tips the scales between monster and man, and every skeleton crouched in a dark closet(or more accurately those with rotting flesh still clinging to bone) is there because the dark is far more reliable than the sunshine. The solitude and safety the claustrophobia brings isn't something we ever wanted, but what comes and what we waited for are seldom a shared identity. Some are going to bang on the door until their hands bleed, some will pass on by swiftly, but I can say with certainty that you will all be better off, and I know.
And I know.