It is so thin... it's really scary having someone living inside you like that... so close to everything that's fragile and wounded. But some people feel right there, despite all the nerves and the need to turn away. For some reason you don't want anyone else to be that close. Just them. So you try to create a home for them there, and it isn't well-made. It's pretty uncomfortable for them too because even though it's a place you know so well, it isn't a place you remember how to create things in.
Some comfortable people naturally make me want to open up to them without them probing intensely, and sometimes I give it a bit of a conscious push and get nice, safe, depth. With others however it feels like a deep conversation doesn't really gain traction, they kind of lack curiosity / enough inner turmoil of their own to ask the right question, even if it is invited.
It is so thin... it's really scary having someone living inside you like that... so close to everything that's fragile and wounded. But some people feel right there, despite all the nerves and the need to turn away. For some reason you don't want anyone else to be that close. Just them. So you try to create a home for them there, and it isn't well-made. It's pretty uncomfortable for them too because even though it's a place you know so well, it isn't a place you remember how to create things in.
growth is oftentimes uncomfortable
Some comfortable people naturally make me want to open up to them without them probing intensely, and sometimes I give it a bit of a conscious push and get nice, safe, depth. With others however it feels like a deep conversation doesn't really gain traction, they kind of lack curiosity / enough inner turmoil of their own to ask the right question, even if it is invited.
That’s a nice mirror you got there
I've been on both sides.
Neither is a good experience.
老公/老婆，我一直在等你回家