We will never ask what a book means, as signified or signifier, we will not look for anything to understand in it. We will ask what it functions with, in connection with what other things it does or does not transmit intensities, in which other multiplicities its own are inserted and metamorphosed, and with what bodies without organs it makes its own converge.
- Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
Men who are smarter than me want someone who can challenge them intellectually, and men who aren’t as smart as me want someone to feel intellectually superior to, and I’m stuck in the middle and can’t please anyone without faking it.
:frustrated sigh:
Why isn’t anyone the very same smart as me?
I’m more insecure about friendships than relationships. I think a lot of people are. I think it’s because relationships are supposed to end. Most of them do. And when they do, it’s like, “Well, things happen. It wasn’t meant to be. We’re both good people—just not right for each other.” But when someone doesn’t even want to be your friend anymore or at all, and you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s like, “Wow. How unlovable am I?”
Now my life is sweet like cinnamon.
(Source: Spotify)
I so want to go eat, like, everything. But I won’t. Because this.