Why

I cook and my class loves the deep fried pies that I have created for a food writing class, and yet when I come home there is attitude and disdain that I have wasted my time since it wasn't spent on him. This is the only reason I can sense a problem. He thinks I am pathetic for continuing to do things for others. I truly enjoy making others happy and in return that makes me happy, so am I being selfish or caring?

I wonder what it is like to be told on a daily basis that you are good and wonderful, will I ever know this statement? Is it something that can be learned or is it an inert capability that one can only be raised with? One can wonder what life is like differently and still not make a change, WHY?

It makes you wonder about yourself when others keep quite. I know that I think to much into things and wouldn't be the person I am now without that, but sometimes the silence is deafening.