It’s been a confusing day. A day that has shown me very intensely that many times the price to pay for absolutely honesty and authenticity is loneliness.
Because people show me time and time again how they cannot value and hold it.
How they cannot handle it.
How they absolutely will compensate by bringing in their projections.
How easy it is for me to feel like the problematic one.
How quickly I feel responsible.
And how all of this can drag me back to my old narratives in a jiffy.
I’m fuckenn sick of people’s projections.
One year ago: Meeting myself
Two years ago: Serendipity, do you believe that this makes sense?