Kierkegaard and the Ladies

“People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.”

― Søren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard


How many times have I been through this? The lady says she knows me, I tell her she does not, and I can see that incredulous misconception washing over her face, as she tries to move closer to my emotional core, yet is ignorant of the fact the journey hasn't even begun yet, and the destination is buried under a heap of sadness, guilt, regret and an overall sense of under-accomplishment.

And I'm very selfish when it comes to allowing others to directly better my spirits.

And when she finally does start to understand, she tries to run counter to it, as if the nature of oneself is something fixable.

And I'm very stubborn when it comes to allowing others to directly influence me.

Because I'm a moving target, I'll always shift my dynamics in order to protect myself. To make the bonding fail.