The hardest art in life is the art of making others happy. Appeasing appetites, fulfilling requests, obeying orders. It always seem so simple at first. Do what they want. Do as they ask. Humor them at first. Then feel them walk over you, wipe their feet on you. Eventually you can't decide which eggshell to step on, because they're all around you. Then, the time comes to look out for yourself. You're feeling infringed at this point, and once you turn from that, they feel like you're denying them that which they feel they are entitled. You can't win. What about confrontation? What happens when you have to bring something, and someone, to account? Well, then you have to deal with the denial. The lack of accountability. The argument that ensues. Soon enough, you've forgotten what you were talking about, and you can't go on; the person's run you so far around in circles that you could really care less anymore. So, after you've failed at everything, and you're trying to think in terms of yourself, once you try to get what you want, need, whatever, you're an asshole for saying so. Why didn't you say that in the first place? Or, the better response to you: what about me? Yeah, what about you? You weren't saying that at first. You're only saying it now because you're used to the attention which I am no longer giving. I guess the only solution is to do what you've always done: sacrifice all that you've got in the name of harmony. An empty harmony is better than an esteemed turmoil.