The stupid conscious things we do

I’m reading a book by Rosa Montero titled; The Flesh. It’s a novel about a mature, independent and intelligent middle-aged woman who ends up falling for a gigolo after an affair gone awry, and the questions this tortuous relationship unleashes. It’s mostly a reflection of how even though we are fully conscious of the fullish things we […]

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Making friends with your neurosis.

I can’t change the fact that I suffer certain neuroses. For years I fought them, hated them and wanted to change ever so badly. I thought I could overcome them overnight, but that was wishful thinking. I hated myself for being the way I was.

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