I could be doing so many other things right now, yet here I am, giving you attention you don’t deserve. Never mind that I’m not saying anything remotely nice to you, or that I’m exploiting you for My own personal gain. I don’t care about you, and you know you have absolutely nothing to offer Me. Yet you’re so addicted to My mean, bratty attitude that you can’t help but do exactly as I say, every single time I demand it. Pathetic.