Being physically attractive is like the curse of the everfilling bowl in folk tales. People feel entitled to every part of you and blame you for not being perfect. Enjoy your years of beauty and let them pass away like the dog days of summer. Being able to create something of beauty or utility is the sweet spot. I feel lonely when I’m not understood or my ideas are dismissed. The antidote for number one is try another method and get over being frustrated. The second is to recognize I am angry. Loneliness hurts and cascade like waves on the sea. Be a seagull and fin another place to be alone.