What was that, right there?
Your sigh… a sign of weariness, blasé indifference, the content of decadence, spiritual relief?
Concealed contempt, a remembrance of loss, emotional capitulation, or repressed agony?
No, it was actually me remembering your intrusive habit of analysing nonverbal cues and how in moments like these it tends to rub me the wrong way. Consider it a sign of my discontent with this dynamic.
We should look into that, I’m sure there’s a reason for it. And for building invisible barriers of psychological impenetrability and feeling resentment whenever I try to cross them. Perhaps it’s because…
Hilarious. You’re talking about trespassing, excavating, and infusing. There’s a way to enter someone’s inner world, force and a lack of subtlety are usually not the way. And seriously…The fact that you get visibly and, depending on your familiarity or affinity with the observer, often vocally irritated when the same treatment of psyche dissection is being inflicted upon you without consent…Now, what was that golden rule of Confucius?
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves?
That’s probably misattributed. And a cautionary statement more than a rule. Give it another shot.
To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it!
…Also not a rule. And I’ll be buried with my grudges.
Not an ethical rule, but a self-help rule. Look, I know, but are you truly bothered or just digging up reasons to be dissatisfied with and closed off to me?
It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.
You don’t actually live by that. Also, preaching about trust… Your obsessive devotion to double standards is the gateway drug to narcissism. But I’ll look past this because I see a version of myself in you.
Your dogmatic devotion to projection under the disguise of spiritual awareness is a gateway drug to psychotic solipsism.