
The "Good Person" Delusion
I wouldn't describe myself as a "good person". I've broken rules. I've broken laws. I've broken hearts. I've broken promises. I've wanted to break bones.
I wouldn't describe myself as a "good person". I've broken rules. I've broken laws. I've broken hearts. I've broken promises. I've wanted to break bones.
I definitely had no awareness of it at the time but the underlying reason why I loved to be looked at was because I'd never truly felt seen and so, I couldn't know the difference between the two.
The fragile man feigns invulnerability by projecting a hard exterior. But much like glass or porcelain, something being hard does not mean that it's durable. All it would take is a fall from a decent height for what appears to be hard to shatter into a million pieces.