Maya's constant need for attention is exhausting, and yet there's something oddly comforting in caring for another living creature (no doubt spurned by my need for reassurance that yes! i WILL be a good mother!). After finding out about a potential friend-coupling after rehearsal, I suddenly felt much less appreciative of the new pup's unconditional love, instead wondering why equivalent human love never seems easy, or giving, or fulfilling enough. The two hour drive home accentuated the solemnity, heightened my bitterness, and made me wish I could live without feeling the need to attach myself, knowing that it leads to disappointment.
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