The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
i keep saying this but the fact that he was sent on to die and never come back but managed to live out his life this way oh ryland grace u deserve everything nice forever
“Sitting with your feelings” means when you feel something , sadness, anger, jealousy, whatever emotion, instead of immediately distracting yourself, numbing it, or reacting, you just let yourself feel it without running from it.
You notice it, you acknowledge it, you question it, ask yourself where it’s coming from. You don’t grab your phone, pick a fight, or eat a whole bag of chips or a big bowl of ice cream to avoid it.
You just stay present with the discomfort until you understand it better. It sounds simple but most people have never done it even once.
it’s fascinating that today modern humans are still running a credential matching algorithm disguised as attraction. e.g. 6ft, symmetrical face, status markers… these are visible proxies that compress well into a profile or a first impression yet will never tell you whether or not someone will abandon you in times of high variance entropy like if you get sick or something.
the latter gets systematically underweighted because it doesn’t resolve until the option period has long expired.
only when you’re older you realize that the only thing that survives the death of eros is logos.