I was deeply offended standing in comparison to Robert or whoever, [insert name here], earlier today for the reason that inevitably channels the above archetype: a sense of worth, for me, can only be derived by who I am and what I am doing and my insistence that you work out your motives beforehand about meeting me, because you want to, and not because you have this someone else to fall back on or one who will be compelled to enter into the transactions we have commonly used, albeit somewhat guiltily. In my unfair moments, I fail to mask my contempt for other adult relationships you have had, since they are human, they involve, evolve and devolve for contrived reasons.
Did you imply that the quarter jar, like the mortgage or the weekend boat trips were his way of compensating for the apparent lack of ambition, all his life? I correctly discarded my scruples that he would be offended when I longed for his wife--for this very reason--that he intends to retire where he is. This is why I admire my brother for resorting to violence in his dealings...he told me, long ago, that the majority of people on the offensive are really cowards or that they do not care about the people or things they stand to lose. He feels guilty for being so wicked, but he feels compelled to carry out the threat for ideological reasons...so much is made of romantic love and fidelity and bravery and honesty as if these things are common currency, and so few are ever driven to move beyond personal satisfaction, sloth and laziness. In my own way, and toward more productive ends, I want to be dared to do and make things, since the failure I feel the most acutely is my own.
I will make it a point to close my sympathetic ear to this as much as the orator should remind herself that her suffering is self-inflicted. Like everyone's.
I paid for Martha's second trip (in the semester) to Paris quite willingly because I wanted her point of view and I wanted to secure her as my sole bedfellow, away from her male caller. I suspected from the beginning that I was complicated in an egomaniac's ploy, perhaps just as meticulously drafted as my own--that she never loved me, that she would secure a pleasure trip nevertheless, at the cost of her backwards, discreet benefactor. What she could not tell me is that life had cruelly cost her as well: being so tall she created a silent yet palpable chaos wherever she went, and the Harvard dissertation was paid through ignominious bank jobs and it sadly failed to provide the validation to her ennobled reading being or secure the dazzling intellectual projects she had dreamed. She taught French and abridged philosophy to flabby, sour girls walking in late, in the afternoon, in flip flops and flannel pajama pants...and not the cultivated, young women scholars at the Sorbonne. The child, like the creative projects she desperately wanted never came to fruitition, either. When someone approached her, as an admiring vision herself, she could not say no. How could someone be so resigned? She nevertheless remained with a colleague who pledged his loyalty to her, estimating his own self-made mediocrity the same as hers, rather than risk having her lover leave her at some point in time...regardless of my pleading to the contrary.
Never at any point since I have known you, have I wanted to recall who these two people were to me. They undoubtedly live on when I want to learn French or Portuguese or read Sartre in my spare time, but I think about your unsubtle influence on me as well, and how it amends the problematic present day of bearing "I love yous, always" ...It is unbearable when I know they are said simultaneously, or not, as consolations in other worlds...and in other words...
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Not the same. This is why all of the religions demand a blood price because no matter how much one can claim to be regenerate by mending old ways, recuperating, and manifesting good works, it is never sufficient.
5784.
Three ways one can be inscribed permanently in the book of life: Teshuva, Tefillah, and Tzedakah (the three T’s). Repentance, Prayer, and Charity.
Exercise 91.
The ignorance in many things is aired here. Suffering is today's prophecy. Sacrifice is the heart's devotion and rededication.
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