Where’s the fun in being in love, without curiosity and exploration of new things about each other?

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Where’s the fun in being in love, without curiosity and exploration of new things about each other?
One of my latest learning from watching American sitcoms is, there are two things you can get if you’re into your 70s - either Alzheimer’s/Dementia or a fuckin great sense of humour!
The voices in my head are unstoppable. At times when I’m trying hard to not to focus on someone’s delusional toxicity, the thoughts of it come to haunt me over and over again. Blocking your traumatising thoughts, even if they are a result of someone else’s actions, abuse, or behaviour is an art which may take years or even decades to master. Let’s start the conversation. Do you guys go through similar patterns too?
[…] sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in […]
Jane Austen, from 'Sense and Sensibility'
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I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950
Seeing some people put up their pouting face videos as stories, day after day, is the reason, I have now decided to unfollow them! Don't know if they give a flyin' fuck about losing a follower, but I sure as hell know that I am not missing anything in life if I don't see their narcissistic faces every day!
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