Have you ever fallen in love with the idea of a person, and, when you really dig into them with that expectation, you realize they weren’t what you anticipated? And in that dying moment of realization, it comes to fruition, the idea that every interest in all aspects of your life are ‘a falling in’ with a 50/50 chance of the interest digging into you, leaching on to the lining of the womb that incubates your should-be, becoming personality? Such is life. Beginning as a nameless idea being built upon with more ideas to further define an idea. and I am a person; a breathing idea, who became dissatisfied with the idea I had built upon and then fallen in for.
That’s what you call spoiled by endless stimulations, taking for granted.