One of the great misconceptions of thinking someone doesn’t love you is that it has anything to do with yourself.
See, there’s the problem, if emotions are interpretable, you need to use your reason to interpret them — a faculty I find entirely biased.
I often suspect cat’s aren’t the arbitrary non-judgers we’d like to think they are when they let us pet them.
Sometimes even recluses just need a little shove. Sometimes that’s what they’re waiting for.
Buuutttt…. sometimes it’s not. :)
I like that I wrote him mature enough to take this conversation in stride. Though you can see it pains him a bit.
In high school I asked my english teacher for something less “literature-y,” to which he recommended Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth, The Collector by John Fowles, and Ragtime by E.L. Doctorow. He and butted heads a LOT, but he was a good force in my life.












