One of the worst things about arguments is how we all remember things differently, and it’s so easy to become entrenched in it.
Bruno’s second word balloon is about as clear as i recall coming to describe how i felt through most of my twenties.
Actually, I’m pretty impressed with Dan’s ability to lay down boundaries here and not get sucked in. Humorously, back then, I was on the Bruno end. not-so-humorously, in ways, I probably still am. :)
Painful to read that. I can only wonder what i was going through at the time or if I had actually been that inventive.
I guess I had only lived in Portland a few months, and so i was still mulling over the whole idea of leaving home (the east coast).
Eventually i gave up trying to find “Meaning” with a capital “M,” which is maybe the point. Meaning is generally small things, and it does bring happiness.
Or perhaps, as I quoted Bruno early on saying, perhaps “contentment seeming to be the positive side of resignation.” Have I resigned? I may never know. But I’m happier.
Amazing how much the mind and emotions effect the gut. Or, perhaps, it shouldn’t be viewed as amazing at all, but expected.
“Do we only find passion in the chase, and run when we’re stalked?”
There is painfully so much truth to that.