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I can’t force you to seek more pleasure in 2013. I won’t nag you to play harder and explore the frontiers of feeling really good. However, I will say this: If you don’t plan to put yourself into at least partial alignment with the cosmic mandate to have maximum fun, you may not get the best use out of the advice I’ll be offering though my horoscopes in the coming year. Please consider the possibility of ramping up your capacity for pure enjoyment.
“Is it bad to live without a hell?” poet Pablo Neruda asks in The Book of Questions. Let’s add these queries to his: Is it dangerous to live without the awakening force that an enemy provides? Is it naive to think you can achieve great success without the driving motivation that comes from thinking about ideas you hate?
Consider the issue from another angle. Dentists love tooth decay. Treating cavities provides them with a steady income. Likewise, exterminators are dependent on termites, lawyers need crime, and priests crave sinners. Lots of people have symbiotic connections with nasty stuff. In fact, isn’t it true that most of us nurture our feelings for the things we love to despise and fear?
What’s your favorite poison or adversary? Assume that your exposure to pronoia is changing you in ways that will require you to update your relationship with it. Speculate on how you’ll go about this task.
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“Love”, Actually, Ms. Jaz.
“Love” Is My Nemesis.
Always Has Been.
How To Go About Fixing It/Working With It?!
I’m 32yo. And Have Yet To Figure That Out.
-B.
Sweetie you are young, it will happen when it’s supposed to happen. Don’t try to fix it or force it, it will only break….Peace, Jaz
I Don’t Feel Young.
I Feel As Though I’m Falling Apart.
My Mind Isn’t Sound Enough…
…My Body Is Becoming Useless…
…I Just Don’t Know, Ms. Jaz.
Keep your chin up Brad…
My Chin Is Up…
…Yet The Air Smells Just As Tainted.
I’m Madly In Love With Someone Whom Will NEVER Feel The Same About Me. I Can’t Change It. I Can’t Fix It. I Can Only Accept It, And Carry On. And That Makes Me Sick To My Stomach.
If Only I Could Make Him Understand.
He Might.
But I Sincerely Doubt It.
If you push Brad you may end up causing more damage to any potential you may have for a future relationship. Sometimes if we back off and allow the relationship to breathe it resolves itself the way it’s supposed to.
You Know How I Feel, Right?
It’s Been Forever And A Day Since I’ve Been Able To Say, Honestly Say, That I’m In Love.
Yet, It’s With Someone I Can Never, Nor Will Never Call My Own.
Is That Self Sabotage? Do I Do It Because I Know The Outcome Will Be Negative?
I Feel As Though I’ve Backed-Off Toooo Much.
That The Current State Of Things Is My Fault.
That, Had I Only Pushed Harder, Things Would Be Different.
Love F-In’ SUCKS Sometimes, Ms. Jaz.
I Just Wish It Didn’t Eat At Me So Much.
I Deserve Better.
He Deserves Better.
He Deserves The World…
…And I Can’t Offer That.
I Have Only Myself To Offer…
…And That’s Likely Not Enough.
I’m sorry
I’d Cry About It…
…But I’m Tooooooo Weak.
That, And I Don’t Really Cry.
It Has Nothing To Do With Being A Man…
…And Everything To Do With Being All Cried-Out.
Pablo Neruda aside, I like the cosmic mandate to maximize fun.
LOL thank you!