random thought but crazy that sally rooney novels just about being in love with intelligent people that love u somewhat imperfectly and then struggling with your doubt because you are chronically incapable of letting life happen to you without analysis.. like ok live a little
I have a theory that there's 2 paths available to every person. You can live somewhere cold/grey and try to proactively resist the creeping despair in winter or you can live somewhere sunny/hot but you must guard yourself against becoming fucking insane at any given moment