If you rarely get a chance to have a reciprocal conversation with a person, you’re acting as their audience to a monologue and not as a friend. You also deserve to be listened to and deserve to talk about any problems in your life.
You just rolled around in the sheet with him, and barely ten minutes after he left, you want to talk to him?
For her, I was a chapter. For me, she will always feel like an entire book.
If someone doesn’t have the moral capacity to treat you with basic respect or act with integrity, it is doubtful they have changed overnight for someone else.
As we struggle to define love, the ancient Greeks seemed to have no problem at all defining multiple kinds of love.
Michael Cunningham, marry me. Seriously.
I am not hung up on the past, nor does this particular story have any bearing on my life now, except it did become a pattern of what was to come.
But at their most lethally perky, the politics of enthusiasm are the Black Flag of the intellect, killing critical thought on contact. Consider the ubiquitous Favorite This button: How many favorites can we have? Isn’t “favorite” the Everest of our emotional lives, reserved for the acme of our enthusiasms? When everything is our favorite, nothing is our favorite.
You should understand what projection is. It sounds like you project unwanted feelings onto another person, which is both wrong and impossible. It’s not an action, it’s a problem of perception. The unwanted feelings don’t make sense coming from someone like you, so you conclude they must be coming from the other person.
In suburbia, the only good lawn is a dead lawn, a lawn where nothing moves, where every unloved bug and unsightly “weed” (in smirking quotes because only culture makes a weed) has been wiped out with a little help from our friends at Monsanto.