Watching my own being accused and told off, albeit non-maliciously; especially when intervention might become a multiplier. Reading and seeing through the meaninglessness of someone you've know for a long time. Wishing I could do something about it but none. Money cannot solve either. The source of both: selfishness, wanting ones own way, a disjointed family, the unintended influence onto the innocent. Somehow pain begins in the subtlest of ways, the tone in a voice, the redirection of insecurities onto the impressionable. Is it only me who sees behind the laughter?