"You're telling us that all of the thoughts and allure of the famous will get old. That all of it, everything that drew us to this shit of a place in the beginning, will fade. You're cramming into our brain that all that will be left is the grungy, bottom of the barrel wonderful people we've met and swam through this shit with.
But in our defense, and as someone who sincerely appreciates the encouragement and kind words from you more than you or anyone will ever know, those encouragements and reassurances that everything will be fine come with an internal patronizing pressure from ourselves. The intention might be to help motivate or almost assure us that we can relax, but maybe let us figure it out on our own terms."