Curiosity didn’t really kill the cat. Curiosity gives life to ideas and actions. Here, I share my curiosity. Conversations with myself (and anyone else) are usually ephemeral. Even after they’re gone, wisps floating away from my brain, I know they were interesting.
Things I’m curious about right now:
I’m always thinking about this one, but can reading fiction be your therapy? And is it possible to talk about self-care and therapy without assuming that happiness is the end goal? What about contentment, joy, even curiosity? In a depressed state any of these are harder to come by, possibly, and happiness seems to be too specific for attainment.
Assumptions that being coupled is inevitably better for humans grate. I could share loads of articles supporting that hypothesis and probably just as many refuting it. Instead, I’m celebrating the singletons I know and love with this 1936 advice column. Stay defiant, stay gold.
Oof. This is rape culture, not party culture. Make no mistake.
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