I really appreciate your perceptive ability, and the resulting stories — Not that (it ever seems that) you’re looking for appreciation. But as a recipient of your instincts to inform, advise, and protect, I don’t really care much if it’s out of a selflessness or a subconscious desire to heal long past psychic damage. Sometimes intentions are all important. Sometimes they aren’t.
Edit to add because it’s relevant: I’m constantly noticing how cloistered, how terrified on the inside, college students around me seem. It’s really tempting to say that it’s different This Time, because of smartphones and Snapchat. But no one seems to have a lot of courage to do anything, speak up, be different.
Who am I kidding, I’m projecting.