You are forever measuring flesh-and-blood people against a script assembled from films, songs and other people's highlight reels. The ideal is frictionless and unreal, and every actual human, gloriously, is neither. The chase becomes a long apprenticeship in disappointment.
The cruelty is aimed at everyone, yourself included. Nobody can compete with a fantasy written to have no flaws, and holding real people to it is a slow way of guaranteeing you will always feel slightly cheated.
The music yearns upward, luminous and destined to fall short. Soaring lines that reach for something just out of range, a groove that keeps climbing toward a resolution the song withholds.
The arc reaches for the impossible template here. Play it when you catch yourself comparing a real person to a picture nobody could ever be.