I wonder sometimes if I am even capable of loving a person. I tend to build up the idea of this person, perhaps long before I have even met them, and superimpose the idea upon them. Any deviation from the idea upsets me, but what can one expect when dealing with real people versus ideas, no matter how nuanced? What is particularly upsetting is if one very well could have totally embodied that idea, or rather, that ideal, but their own decisions damaged that beautiful visage beyond repair. I would feel angry, but directed at no one and nothing in particular.… Click to continue...
