There's something very addictive about people pleasing. It's a thought pattern and a habit that feels really, really good until it becomes desperate.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I suppose my life has always been about pleasing people, making sure they're all right, doing the right thing. Then, suddenly, you have to face up to what you want and be honest about it.
I'm a pleaser, but it's not a good thing because you forget about pleasing yourself at the end of the day.
I'm passionate about pleasing people.
And when I stopped doing that and started thinking about what feels natural and what feels right to me and started pleasing myself, then it became good.
People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.
It's the same thing that drives people to want to experience sexual pleasure or have one too many drinks. We all want to experience the other, and to get out of our daily existence.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
There just isn't any pleasing some people. The trick is to stop trying.