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kellistaShe felt sorry for herself for a variety of reasons that centred on how cliched and alone she felt until the feeling rendered her the world's critical observer judging faults. The anxiety was deep, uric, calcifying in most major muscle groups, and there did come a point where she thought, "is this what I doing to him?"
More salient a fact remained: to her, the range of emotional experience was pretty cool.
Her sexual fling for her feelings existed precisely because they had the power to overwhelm her. Her conversational self, who he thought she was, disappeared in the heat of passion or excitement or jealousy or sorrow. Does this remind him what a tenuous hold he has on himself in the first place? "Baby, baby, baby, you know I am 99.999 per cent On Guard and can wield my intellect and critical judgment with the best of them, right? Analysis? Philosophy degree? Am I Making Sense?"
The Thing You Know Is.
She Thinks It Can (Must) Be Both. "Rather than letting disappointment turn into anxiety or self-pity," the Witch says, "learn to see the disappointment clearly while restraining the (mental) action. Stay with the original feeling longer."
"You can wait."
"It's a fucking birthright," she says, angry, tired, and twirling her hair. "Relax your judgments of feelings - why so serious? Why is everyone so serious?"
--
"It makes me feel weird because she's gone. And it also makes me feel unspecial." "That's the last thing that this Witch would want. You know you're the most special thing to me, don't you?" "I guess so." "the most."
She petted my head for a while and her fingers went behind my ear to that place that's almost never touched.
More salient a fact remained: to her, the range of emotional experience was pretty cool.
Her sexual fling for her feelings existed precisely because they had the power to overwhelm her. Her conversational self, who he thought she was, disappeared in the heat of passion or excitement or jealousy or sorrow. Does this remind him what a tenuous hold he has on himself in the first place? "Baby, baby, baby, you know I am 99.999 per cent On Guard and can wield my intellect and critical judgment with the best of them, right? Analysis? Philosophy degree? Am I Making Sense?"
The Thing You Know Is.
She Thinks It Can (Must) Be Both. "Rather than letting disappointment turn into anxiety or self-pity," the Witch says, "learn to see the disappointment clearly while restraining the (mental) action. Stay with the original feeling longer."
"You can wait."
"It's a fucking birthright," she says, angry, tired, and twirling her hair. "Relax your judgments of feelings - why so serious? Why is everyone so serious?"
--
"It makes me feel weird because she's gone. And it also makes me feel unspecial." "That's the last thing that this Witch would want. You know you're the most special thing to me, don't you?" "I guess so." "the most."
She petted my head for a while and her fingers went behind my ear to that place that's almost never touched.