And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
“What I am not!“
He: I am not your therapist.
She: I am not your mother.
He: I am not your friend.
She: I am not your enemy.
He: I am not you.
“I am a narcissistic addict”
Me: I give up on shame and embrace addiction, increasingly more these days. I am addicted to mirroring myself. It’s a paradoxical combination, of narcissism and self hatred; each growing as a reaction to the other and each getting increasingly more intense by the day.
We are so fucking narcissistic, even in love, even in sex, even in all possible human emotions and dynamic relationships. It is almost like we are getting ourselves laid and making love to ourselves. How do we live with this human condition and yet somehow decide to live until death?
“Possibility of Friendship”
Me: Question 1: (…) ?
Question 2: (…) ?
Question 3: (…) ?
He: Once sex is out of the way, it creates the possibility of a healthier friendship; the relationship becomes a lot more liberated and sincere.
Of course it doesn’t work like that always and with everyone.
He: लग्नं नाही केलं कारण मूल व्हायची भिती वाटते.
(I chose to not marry because I fear a child’s ‘being’.
Me: ‘तू ‘ मूल व्हायची’ कि ‘तुला ‘मूल व्हायची?
(You ‘having’ a child or you ‘becoming’ a child?)
“Chickens are Decent People”
He: Why did we make life so complicated?
I just remembered, ‘chickens are decent people’.
And we are better than chickens all of a sudden?
Me: “All of a sudden” was so well placed! 😁
Me: The next video on autoplay is – List of People Who Ought to be Killed – George Carlin
Aigga! Look at my tabs! The irony of it all!
“Honest to Yourself ?”
He: Helping for you means that I have to amen what you say?
He: I mean I understand you.
I’m just saying that you are not honest to yourself. And maybe you will never be.
“Is that it?”
Me: So we stop being friends now, because you can’t handle this?
Is that it?
He: Or we can say, we stop being friends now because you don’t make any sense and you are so arrogant thinking you are the center of the universe?
Is that it?
“Keeping in touch”
She: What happened?
Me: Too much shit. Wouldn’t know where and how to begin.
She: Begin anywhere you’d like to.
Me: Nothing to hide from you. Thanks for your kindness, I know we don’t keep in touch but nothing has changed between us.
She: It wouldn’t either. Keeping in touch ‘all the time’ is actually a thing of the past! It’s mature relations that survive and being in touch is only incidental.