I am using my Smartphone so I don’t know if my patience will give out before I say what I want, no, have to say.
I was struck by a fit of industriousness and earnest intention yesterday. Today I wonder where they have gone. ‘Cause, right now, I don’t wanna do nothing! I slept till 1:00 PM , begged off the Y, fixed another pot of coffee, and went online, wasting time.
Yesterday, in the comments to my post, I felt as if I connected with another human being. Some may consider sex, however expressed, as the primal act. I think, rather, it is hearing and being heard, by another person.True intimacy.
Perhaps it is not just the being heard and the being seen, and with sex, the being touched. Maybe the quality that allows true intimacy is how open both parties are to dropping our shields and baring our real selves. The more of the shell you strip away, the more intimate the interaction becomes. It’s scary and a lot of work, it takes courage to let yourself be that open, but when it happens it’s so very worth it.
That’s my theory anyway.
I think you are on to something important there.
The more I think about this, the truer it rings.