We all have the psychological need to believe that others take you as seriously as you take yourself. There is nothing particularly wrong with it, as psychological needs go, but yet of course we should always remember that a deep need for anything from other people makes us easy pickings.
I didn’t want to especially hurt myself. Or like punish. I don’t hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn’t want to play anymore is all…I wanted to just stop being conscious. I’m a whole different type. I wanted to stop feeling this way. If I could have just put myself in a really long coma I would have done that. Or given myself shock I would have done that. Instead.
The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
Tu vai pazza per le parole, vero? Vero che vai pazza per le parole? Mi dai l’idea di essere una che va pazza per le parole. Nel senso che le prendi terribilmente sul serio, tipo come se fossero un bisturi o una motosega che rischia di tagliarti con la stessa facilità con cui taglia gli alberi.