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Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Robin's Eggs
The irony of emotional availability is that it smells like desperation to the other person’s instinct to hunt what does not wish to be hunted. The animal within senses both the lack of external labor as off-putting and the presence of internal self-reflection to be present intimidating. It is in this dichotomy we teach ourselves to wear masks and go through the world so largely unloved.
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