White Film In My Mouth

A sort of



are in considerable delay, is not it? Here is a new post just for you;).

In these weeks I'm discovering those banal phrases about feelings and about life, looking for new ideas, primitive, perhaps. Then talk about feelings, balance, and love.
might sound like a cliché, and attract little attention to the blog, but you know what? I do not care. I feel I must talk about this, and I do.

It 'really hard to fall in love with each other. As far as I know, the game is always the same: there are those who run and who you follow. It is not easy to find a balance. Speaking with Gabriel, I was struck by a phrase referring to human relationships must not be too eat. I can not help but draw from memory the Freudian psychoanalysis.
Quoting Freud makes me feel like a teenager looking for something vaguely cultured and authoritative, but the fact is that I am compelled to do so. Freud, I said, just says that people trying to eat each other. This groped to swallow each other, we are the roots of interest.

And it is indeed the case, one partner tries to impose itself on the other, to merge with the other person's making. A report is sustainable only when the identities of two individuals do not make another subject, but remain live. As much as an individual within a group REMAINING interesting until it flattens out and canceled.
The interest that you feel toward a person is durable as long as it retains its own identity and personality. Be swallowed up by the will of the partner and his very being, it drops the interest, much as in social relations. I am not talking of course of the relationship based on dominant and dominated, because these are two separate identities, however, and maintain the interest.

Some time ago, you often hear about men who kill their ex-partners, after desperate attempts to recapture. Why come to this? The problem stems from this perverse game: a partner, "resides" in the other, it loses interest, seeking elsewhere.
The partner is left confused as it loses its identity, and so does the individual in the group, suffering from anesthesia identity. After several unsuccessful attempts to recover the self, the only solution that desperation can give is the physical elimination of the partners or abandonment of the social group.
I feel the 'influence of the leaden sky Milanese)
close with a little phrase of Carrie Bradshaw (as Gabriel says there is good at the end of post)

"Probably if you never change way, we could not fall in love ... what we are. "

soon

Jacopo