Acceptance is a curious thing. Even the greatly self-centered (like myself) are wont to feel some measure of satisfaction when others accept them for who they are. Perhaps it is an affirming thing. A confirmation of who one is. I believe that one should always be sure of who one is, though others approving of the same will always be more pleasant.
It is a strange feeling, being irrationally pleased when one's friend finally accepts some quirks in one's being. It has little bearing on the friendship itself, and certainly has little practical use. Yet many are strongly affected by such sentiments, and even grow to crave it.
I am not one such. At least not craving positive affirmations from others. I guess the satisfaction still stems from some primitive biological imperative that ensures that people are quite likely to stay together and thus improve their chances of survival. I'd question, however, how useful that is in modern societies where it is actually possible to live life as a lone wolf.
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