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MY OPINION THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR
I Hate the Word ‘Intimacy’
I hate the word “intimacy”. It’s right up there with “moist” in the pantheon of disgusting words.
Intimacy is gross, like “mucus” or “panties”. It has all kinds of nuance attached to it that implies bodily functions and embarrassing sounds.
Intimacy means you’re like a crab without its shell, and anything you do or say while shell-less will be used against you one day, possibly in a court of law. Certainly in a future argument, and yes, there will be arguments.
There are always arguments.
The biggest problem with intimacy is that it’s not equally balanced. It’s not a seesaw where you each weigh the same and you’re staring at each companionably, waiting for the bell to ring.
One of you has an idea of what intimacy means, and it’s impossible, impossible for you to know another person’s definition of intimacy.
It’s like the sky — does it start here? Or maybe it starts here?
It’s impossible to know what another person is thinking about anything at any given moment of time, so you can forget about quote unquote “feelings”. We’re black boxes with a heartbeat, running around thinking that we “know” people.
We don’t. We don’t…
