Have you ever known someone who was addicted to approval? I don't mean a person who desired the honest praise of those who should give it, wives who long to be beautiful in their husbands' eyes or sons who want to hear their dad cheer for them from the sidelines. I mean the grasping, mewling desire for everyone around you to think you are wonderful. The desire to hide the bad and display the good taken to its most obnoxious extreme. I am talking about butt-kissers, people-pleasers; I am talking about myself and probably you too.
