Story of human life
The biggest lie in life is that to be loved, one has to learn to love themselves before others. This attitude is what lies precisely at the root of all selfishness; to love yourself is elevated to the peaks of the highest plateaus, and to forsake the other in a loathsome bubble of self-centered, transcendental security. For what better excuse to indulge in the easiness of capitalism and consumerism? We need not recognise, or be recognised by the other. Only the immense wrath of Narcissus has proceeded to be commodified, while the echo of Echo herself should only be brought up at the absurd trial of the feminist. What do the masses preach when in need of love? “Learn to love yourself! Release your silly ideals and aspirations for mediation and calmly retreat to the false security of the vanishing moment.”
We’ve brewed it differently over time, but the recipe for a great love always centers around getting over a xenophobia only peculiar to us human beings. We need only shatter that mirror, and beyond that— lies a superstructure and base for the polemics of love.
I’ve pretty much learnt how to live with others. How to live with myself though, remains to be figured through the forms of plastiche.
Folding your arms express a certain amount of coyness, combine it with your unkempt beard and you’re certain to get the attention of that special someone!
Need to grow, beard.