Sometimes I go back and read this post I wrote in 2005, and it still resonates.
Today it resonates with me, still, about me trying to overcome my anxiety and panic about relationships—that's a byproduct of the bad stuff in 2005—but also, it resonates when I see and try to understand the behavior of people who are behaving badly.
Change is hard. Being brave in a blustery way, the way I do when I cross continents on buses, is easy.
Confronting your own emotional cowardice or inability to actually interact on any intimate level? That's tough. I need to read this sometimes, to remember why I bother trying to get through situations that make me uncomfortable.
Sometimes I veer off into what almost sounds like self-help, don't I? But it's really just me, thinking about my own actions, and those of people around me.
Today it resonates with me, still, about me trying to overcome my anxiety and panic about relationships—that's a byproduct of the bad stuff in 2005—but also, it resonates when I see and try to understand the behavior of people who are behaving badly.
Change is hard. Being brave in a blustery way, the way I do when I cross continents on buses, is easy.
Confronting your own emotional cowardice or inability to actually interact on any intimate level? That's tough. I need to read this sometimes, to remember why I bother trying to get through situations that make me uncomfortable.
Sometimes I veer off into what almost sounds like self-help, don't I? But it's really just me, thinking about my own actions, and those of people around me.
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