Why you always care more, and how to finally stop. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by averie woodard on Unsplash Sweating over a color-coded Google Spreadsheet at 2 AM. That was my absolute rock bottom. I was meticulously planning a weekend cabin trip for six friends. Friends who, by the way, hadn’t even bothered to “heart” my last message in the group chat. I was the classic “leftover friend.” You know the feeling? You’re the one remembering birthdays, booking reservations, and offering unsolicited airport rides. They just show up to reap the benefits. Why should you care about this dynamic? Because relational burnout is real. Resentment destroys connections faster than a borrowed, unreturned sweater. But what if the problem isn’t that your friends are lazy, selfish monsters? What if you are the architect of your own misery? I spent years quietly seething. I’d buy the concert tickets, organize the Uber, and then sulk in the back seat because nobody asked how my day went.…