The good thing about having a family that doesn’t love you is you learn to live without it. …I’m  a plant that grows on rocks and lives off insects that die inside of me. If Willa doesn’t come back, that’s fine. Because I don’t need love. It’s like a superpower. And if she comes back and doesn’t love me, that’s OK too, ’cause I don’t need it.

— Connor Roy, as portrayed by Alan Ruck, in the series Succession (S4:E2 Rehearsal)

On a day that was “unique” for me personally, a day where I acted and did something that could be considered out of my character, I found these lines compelling not because of the lack “loving family” they describe, but more on the note of the “superpower”. To feel the lack of needing it, to be ok with not having it, is, interesting. Whether healthy, or unhealthy for the soul and mind, the notion Connor describes with such resignation connected with my state of mind. It’s tiring to always be the faulty screw. Ultimately to what level can maintain this notion, could live life by it or accept as part of life will forever be unknown. But more important, how can those who believe in such a dystopian sensibility, can remain alive and be around those that don’t? More valuable, is how can one’s emotional dryness impact the lives that matter beside you?