Nobody and nothing gives even the slightest remote shred of a slight inch of an ounce of a tiny rat's assed fuck about your feelings. Not unless it either validates their political/religious beliefs, or satisfies their own internal cravings to do good things. People tolerate each other when they're upset, they don't enjoy the company. Ask anyone who struggles with depression what most of their friends do when they hit an episode. I'll tell you now: It rhymes with "they don't talk to me." What do loved ones do? They either try in futility to "fix" them in order to make their company pleasurable again, or they tolerate it for greener pastures because they find themselves in the enviable position of valuing the good times sufficiently so that they can tolerate the bad. Then you get people who pretend to speak on your behalf, because they share the same religious views, or because they view you as a minority in need of a white horse and silver shield. They don't talk to you, they talk at you, and shove you in a box of expectations. If you fail to meet those, they'll shout at you, and tell you that you're wrong, and berate you. They'll bully you, and mock you, and deride you, until you leave or they do.
The universe don't care either. If there is a god, he's so far beyond nebulous in form and purpose, that my belief in him is irrelevant: It won't change how it treats me. There is no karma: Bad people sometimes win, and win big, and become billionaires and run corporate or political empires that keep everyone in line. That is, until they die... Rich, and happy, and surrounded by beautiful looking people who wouldn't pay you even a half a second of their time because they're too busy selling their looks for an easy ride that you'll never get. Life isn't fair, life doesn't care, one day you will curl up and die and the most people might do for you is show up to a funeral where they will mourn their loss, not your death. Where they will bury you, and you'll get a nice headstone that after a few years, will be entirely forgotten. Your existence, all your emotional turmoil, all your trials and tribulations, everything you were, all your hopes and dreams, all your accomplishments and failures... Will all be wiped away. Not out of some force of malevolence, but out of simple apathy: Nothing will care. Nobody will care, because they all have their own lives, and like you, they have too much shit to deal with to care about you. Even if you somehow end up famous enough to end up in a textbook, or as a popular film star, you will die... And then people will only study you and your work to become your better, or because they find personal enjoyment out of it: Not out of some sincere love for you, the person they never met. Your ghostly image will be used purely for their own entertainment, nothing more.
Everything sucks, and then you die.
But there's something liberating about that.
You can't fail. There's no greater destiny. No greater purpose, or point, than that which you give your own life. That point or purpose being purely that which satisfies your own needs, and dreams, and desires. Trying to impress upon your sky daddy by being a good person? Good for you. Trying to get rich and fuck as many hookers as you can before you die? Fantastic plan, sir, just beware the STI's. You want to settle down, have a family, kids, a house? Pursue it. Find what drives you and pursue it without shame or fear. Others will berate you, but their words will fade. You will have failures and embarrassments, but those things will fade.
The only way you can possibly fail to live your own life, is to be so scared and so cautious, that you never end up living it. That you become scared of others berating you, and attacking you. That you become scared of failure. Get that word out your mind: Failure is a temporary state, like everything else. There is no failure, only setbacks. If you don't accomplish your goals before you die, that's not failure: That's life. You got to spend your whole life pursuing what you wanted. Congratulations, few ever find such motivational purpose, and perhaps you paved the way for another to take up the mantle and finish your work.
Don't put your emotional needs on others. Don't expect the world to conform, because it won't. Don't create and follow political doctrines that require you to berate and attack other people who refuse to conform to whatever your feelings might be. "Feels be realz yo" is the shittiest way to go through life, because you will be constantly miserable. Put the burden of your emotions on yourself, and carry them. They'll be heavy sometimes, you'll fall and cry sometimes, you'll feel defeated sometimes, you'll feel pain. That's all normal. We all feel that. Get back up and keep trying. Not because I told you to do so, because the world won't stop spinning anytime soon, and if you don't move yourself, you'll get flung off into space... Or used as a political puppet for others to publicly berate people with.
This isn't to say that you won't find people who care. You will.
They'll just only care because they get an emotional satisfaction out of it themselves... And if things change, and they don't get it from you anymore, they'll leave. Be it a wife, or a husband, or a partner, or family, or friends, or whoever else in life.
All love is unrequited, there is no such thing as pure altruism. It's all tinged with a hint of emotional satisfaction in one's own self. Get past that, get over it, we're an egocentric species. We value ourselves more than individual ants do, that's just who we are. Live your damn life, knowing that you will die and everything you knew will fade in time. Both the good, and the bad, and then? There's no more strings attached to you. You're free.
