There’s a particular kind of sting that comes when you share something you’re genuinely excited about, and it’s met not with curiosity, not even indifference, but a mocking reaction.

You offer your spark, and instead of warmth, you get a cold laugh. It’s a small moment, but it lands heavy. Because excitement is vulnerable. It’s a piece of yourself held out, unguarded.

The truth is, mockery says far more about the other person than it does about you. It often reveals their discomfort with joy, their unease with enthusiasm, or their need to cut down what they cannot match.

Still, it hurts. And it can make you think twice before sharing again.