Y’all, I have been reading through the comments from this past week and I am almost certain that we end up coming to the same point in almost all of them.
I can’t quite articulate what this point is–but I want to say that it’s something like, even though we are all people and deserve to be treated as such, our motivations are complex and fucked up and one should not assume that relating to one part of a person means knowing for sure what motivates them completely and that, somehow, that tension between empathy and unfamiliarity can be an enormous kindness, which is why we should strive towards it.
I know you know this, but y’all are so wise and generous and every day I am amazed by what you teach me.
Tiny Cat Pants is fun and I love it and I would write even if it were just me; but y’all are what makes it unique and really incredible.
I don’t want you to think that I ever forget that for a moment.
Love,
b.
As I’ve told you before, B., these are the bees you attract to your intellectual pollen.
If you think that metaphor is too corny, it sounds a lot better than the other one that passed through my skull (‘these are the flies you draw with…’).
We are but the pepperoni on your blogospheric pizza.
The raisins in your daily yogurt.
That’s so interesting, B., because I was just working on a comment for an earlier post and here’s what I have so far:
“Even though we are all people and deserve to be treated as such, our motivations are complex and fucked up and one should not assume that relating to one part of a person means knowing for sure what motivates them completely and that, somehow, that tension between empathy and unfamiliarity can be an enormous kindness, which is why we should strive towards it.”
That’s gotta be more than just a coincidence, don’t you think?
The butter pats atop your flapjacks.
Can I keep going?
Please do, Mack.
The sugar in my bowl?
The bubbles in my Diet Coke?
The boogers in my nose?
Mack – Now that you’ve made me hungry, are you bringing me lunch to Memphis?
The boogers in my nose?
Wow, Aunt B. That’s truly … umm …
something.
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