The Art of Loving
I've been trying to stay active in the last three weeks, because that's what healthy people supposedly do when they're broken-up-with. Though hanging out with friends, drinking coffee, going to Beck for free, eating sushi, and watching Willy Wonka does little to make me stop thinking about him = B.
My mind still goes to the painful parts to try to make sense of the senseless. The pieces don't add up. What someone said 90% of the time is true, no?
Been reading "The Art of Loving" by Erich Fromm. And yes, I'll admit, I got it because I saw it on B's Amazon wishlist, and what's more perfect than that? Though it was written in 1956, and he makes references to current culture, it all still very much holds true.
My mind still goes to the painful parts to try to make sense of the senseless. The pieces don't add up. What someone said 90% of the time is true, no?
Been reading "The Art of Loving" by Erich Fromm. And yes, I'll admit, I got it because I saw it on B's Amazon wishlist, and what's more perfect than that? Though it was written in 1956, and he makes references to current culture, it all still very much holds true.
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