Sometimes, I think that I enjoy being used by people. I mean, why else would I allow myself to continually be in situations/relationships where people use me as a means to an end?
Today, while doing some Scene Design homework, I realized that to some degree I enjoy being used. In some weird, twisted way, it makes me feel important. Even if it is just for a moment. I know that I can't be all things to all people, but for that one moment, I can be something to someone. And in the grand scheme of things, does it really matter that I was a stepping stool to something larger?
Or, on the flip side, am I so starved for....something, I don't know what, or that I'm so selfish, that I need some reason to feel important in the universe. I don't know.... Two AM ramblings, what do you expect?
::DEEP BREATH::
All I know, is that when you use me, a huge part of me doesn't mind.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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