"When walking to the bus stop this evening after work, I was looking forward to checking Facebook to see if there were any comments or likes to yesterday's post. What if no one would have reacted? I felt some sort of crave to be praised or valued. Strange that I should need this to recognize my own worth. Animals don't suffer from this kind of uncertainty.
A poem started to form in my mind.
And of course I'm hoping for some kind of praise ;-)"