A wise woman

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?

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