There’s a map in my head of everything I’ve ever learned, and everything on it leads right back to a common human nature.
We don’t always realize, though, that we’ve gotten close with a situation and not a person, or that we have only context in common.
But that’s a broader ideal, one that we keep pushing to the side for more instant gratification.
The difficulty in calling out an eating disorder is that it is defined by a way of thinking, and the actions that follow are only potential indicators.
Ultimately, many of us are looking for very different things in the people around us, and these are just three I’ve noticed.
So, in this alleged age of self-discovery, have we been fooled into thinking that we are the constants?
Our culture equates personal validity with good communication, making anything inexplicable look highly suspicious.
No, seriously. Searching after this question’s answer has dominated much of my time here in college. Once upon a time, I thought I knew the answer: love was a thing to be discovered, waiting within special people I encountered.