A wise woman asks me, “What is it you don’t want to feel?”
The truth is, this feels like a mirror image of my motivation: I don’t not want to feel. I want to feel. I want to feel rich. Powerful. Special. Desirable. Compelling. Unique. Exciting.
I suppose each of these has its own mirror image. I must want to feel not…. Not desperate, not average, not repulsive. Not boring, run-of-the-mill, bland.
Where the fuck does this shit come from?
Deep thoughts. Where do they come from, indeed?