inflation

So much of human interaction is us directly or indirectly trying to impress each other. With our looks, our possessions, our wit, our strength, our brutality, our achievements, our ambitions. Or with our indifference, our asceticism, our scorn, our frailty, our empathy, our losses, our sufferings.

Whatever it is, the underlying cries are the same: notice me, affirm me, validate me!

How refreshing it is to encounter someone who doesn't need this, who isn't using interactions to inflate themselves. So simple, and so incredibly rare.