I was like one of those toys that stick to the wall when you throw them and then fall down, clinging on to the surface of the wall intermittently. They’re made of a jelly like substance and coated with some kind of adhesive. They’re usually in the form of spider-man dummies, creating the illusion that it’s crawling down the wall like spider man does with his web. If you still don’t know what I’m talking about, I strongly recommend you stop reading now because you probably won’t understand anything from this point on.
These toys don’t last forever. After a certain number of throws, the adhesive loses its strength and dust particles stick to it. When they’re new, they’re a lot of fun to play with, just like me. I’m very good fun in small doses. It’s not like I stop being fun after a while, people just get accustomed to it just like the toy loses its ability to adhere to the wall effectively. So either I raise my standards, or find a new group of people to hang out with who haven’t yet gotten used to me and how much fun I can be. The trouble with the toy losing its stickiness is that it doesn’t grip the surface of the wall well enough to overcome gravity. It’s like spider man has lost his powers and is falling off a building. No one wants to see that. It’s disturbing. We like to give ourselves the illusion that superheroes are invincible. They can overcome their temporary loss of strength and seize the day. We like that and that’s how we prefer our toys to behave. For me to overcome their lack of appreciation after a while, I’d have to say or do something to win it back, which is essentially tantamount to working hard to keep up a relationship/s, which is unfair if I’m the only one who has to put in efforts. Wow. I’m such a girl.