Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.
What if you found the right person but are still working on being the right person? Life’s timing sucks.
Lovers The First by Anne-D Mejaki
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
Finn: What are you doing?
Jake: Eliminating desire from my heart. It helps pass the time.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
There is no finer a feeling than finding the flaws in someone else’s philosophical reasoning and then watch as I deconstruct their defective logic and hand the remnants of their terrible argument to them on a silver platter. I also kinda like it when the same thing happens to me. I just. love. academic. arguing. My happy place is at the end of a paper that took me way too long to write but getting to walk away knowing that I intellectually destroyed the shit out of an opposing argument. It’s so terribly nerdy I can’t even handle. Pure cerebral euphoria.
This post was actually prompted by a paper I wrote arguing why my patient shouldn’t have the diagnosis of bipolar I disorder. But this is about the closest I’ll get to humanities during med school, so I’ll take what I can get. Luh dat shit.