Everybody knows a button pusher.
You say you hate Cilantro? Well the button pusher you know, will make a seven layer dip with at least two layers of cilantro just for you.
You say you can’t get pregnant? The button pusher will show you pictures of all their pregnant friends.
You say you’re watching your weight? The button pusher will ask you to lunch and order nachos with a side of fries.
You’ve lost your wallet, you say? The button pusher is the one who stole it but will gladly help you look for it.
You’re insecure about your laugh? You wish your bottom was firmer? You wish you had less arm jiggle? The button pusher will make sure everyone else knows those tiny nuances about you.
The button pusher is not your friend. Is the button pusher your enemy?
People are not creatures of logic. People are creatures of emotion, of ego, of vanity and of pride. We all know our own darkness. Why do people prey on these shadowed corners? Do we love others pain and suffering so much that we eat others darkness like ice cream? Misanthropy is a profession.