I find this movie painfully relatable (am I capable of emotional detachment?).
Oh, I’ve been to Prague. Well, I haven’t “been to Prague” been to Prague, but I know that thing, that, “Stop shaving your armpits, read the Unbearable Lightness of Being, date a sculptor, now I know how bad American coffee is” thing…
“The most useful step I’ve taken in the battle against my anxiety is to share my experience with friends and family. For a long time, I was ashamed of my affliction and incredibly reluctant to share it. Things I’d read in the media and been told by my peers lead me to believe that mental illness was a weakness and not something readily admitted – particularly not by an adolescent male.”
— Young Peter Salter wrote a very good piece about social anxiety and panic attacks. The best part, however, is the thread that follows. Loads of advice, links, encouragement, and readers sharing their experiences. Go read it. (via guardiancomment)
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LIFE IS PAIN
Last night’s dinner — coconut-crusted tilapia. Took me forever to make but turned out pretty well.
“Tomber amoureux. To fall in love. Does it occur suddenly or gradually? If gradually, when is the moment ‘already’? I would fall in love with a monkey made of rags. With a plywood squirrel. With a botanical atlas. With an oriole. With a ferret. With a marten in a picture. With the forest one sees to the right when riding in a cart to Jaszuny. With a poem by a little-known poet. With human beings whose names still move me. And always the object of love was enveloped in erotic fantasy or was submitted, as in Stendhal, to a “cristallisation,” so it is frightful to think of that object as it was, naked among the naked things, and of the fairy tales about it one invents. Yes, I was often in love with something or someone. Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love. That is something different.”
— Falling in Love, Czeslaw Milosz
