for a long time the 'basic element' of relationships with other people for me was to 'impress' them
childhood and adolescence
less charitably the basic element of other people for me was 'how can i defeat them'
this was terrible and i was a shit and lonely and i did not like my friends
and gradually i thought i should only 'accept' people
totally and passively
which engenders many and lame tepid friendships which could not sustain 'love' or any very strong emotions
and i gave up then because the texture of everything felt the same
and when i met people
i asked many questions
and this was forced and this was as unbalanced as before
then there is a long absence in this history
and i don't know what happened then
now i feel like i should only 'share' / 'encourage'
like the most important thing is to try to understand how a person sees themselves and to appreciate very hard & vocally all the ways they succeed in that image
and to understand each 'flaw'
as just another manifestation of being (which is complex)
without innate value more or less than any other thing
and i should share and encourage with no necessary expectation of return
sometimes i feel bad for the innumerable honest things i could have but did not say to my last girlfriend (we don't talk anymore)
which would have made her feel good or better about herself and her actions thoughts habits body and many many fears
i remember her eyes squinted and dripping in the shower, her hair flattened and her hands folded just below her belly, and she laughed and filled her mouth under the spray and she spit water at our faces
i said a few good things, i don't know why not more
possibly i thought she would not believe me and then not trust me and then not like me anymore
kind of fucked
and a failure of 'encouragement'
'encouragement' seems a good value and i will hold on to it and if i can i think i will be better
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i gave up then because the texture of everything felt the same
what a good line.
think you said it perfectly.
thanks
your comment made me think more about it this morning and now i realize a little embarrassed mine is just depressive paraphrasing of kundera
he wrote of stalin's son (for whom god = stalin) in a german POW camp accused by british officers of leaving 'their latrine smeared with shit'
Was he, who bore on his shoulders a drama of the highest order (as fallen angel and Son of God), to undergo judgment not for something sublime (in the realm of God and the angels) but for shit? Were the very highest of drama and the very lowest so vertiginously close?
Vertiginously close? Can proximity cause vertigo?
It can. When the north pole comes so close as to touch the south pole, the earth disappears and man finds himself in a void that makes his head spin and beckons him to fall.
the titular lightness i guess
kind of pleased i 'absorbed' this well enough to 'regurgitate' it here but dang
actually this is just an excuse to copy passages out of a book which always feels 'opulent' and 'positive'
hhahaha.
an excuse is an excuse.
damn
yeah
i think i'm constantly striving to just neutrally accept other people, but it seems impossible
mostly i think i still try to 'impress' or 'please' people, sometimes defeat them
spending time with other people is draining because of this
seems like you have a really good outlook
i felt sad when you described your girlfriend in the shower
i liked reading this a lot
thanks, tomhanks
i'm curious, why did you feel sad?
i think i meant that part to be happy, for 'contrast'
but writing it felt sad because it will never happen again which in general seems very sad
and because my memories always seem spoiled by their sequel
like hindsight tracing cause of collapse in once inconsequential details has permanently obscured the image
or unveiled it i guess i don't know
i think i felt sad for the reasons you just listed
like, 'that moment was good and it can't happen again in exactly the same way and memory distorts things anyway so can i really trust it'
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