It seems like everyone’s nervous systems are shot. Sometimes I think it is the war, or having just moved to a new state, or having young children, or some issue with my relationship, or with my time management that makes me feel so shot. Or maybe it’s the newest mass shooting in Maine—maybe the IDF should go in and kill the shooter’s family and all his friends, then this won’t happen again. And it is, it’s all of those things.
“I don’t feel intimately connected to my friends and family and I badly know I should be. It’s a sense memory rather than a historical memory. I know I should be, I know some part of me once was, I know some part of me still is.”
There are a lot of big, important musings in here I’m still processing and thinking through, especially considering that what grabbed my attention was your opening about overloaded nervous systems…which, hi, yes, me too 😵💫
But this specific disconnect, even from family and friends we know in our minds we are intimately connected to…it’s like a strange haze I feel that’s blocking the tangible, literal feeling of that in my body. It was refreshing, dare I say connecting, to hear you express something similar 🤍
Josh. I can't begin to describe how deeply I resonate to your posts, it's as if a part of my consciousness has written it as well. If I lived across the river I would definitely be bringing soup and having my hand on your knee. Thanks for naming some of our collective experience. See y'all soon
Gahhhh, thank you for this one, Joshy. I love you and your ability to put thoughts into prose. I feel much of the sentiments you placed here, and have heard the same from so so many. I look forward to closer interdependence with you and family and friends as the big shared vision. the seeds are there it's just a matter of time for them to be fully seen.
Hmmm. Once again such a thoughtful article. I consider myself an intimacy slut. Always searching deeper and deeper for my next hit of oxytocin and dopamine in the form of intimacy. I guess I’m more of like an intimacy addict, bc most times the intimacy I receive feels like it will never be enough. I’m still plotting ways to be closer, to feel more of it, to receive more. Sometimes I wonder if I’m broken? If I desire too much? Why isn’t it enough to hang out and share my deepest thoughts why must I want to crawl into your skin and breathe through your lungs too?
Pondering on what true community means. I’ve worked so fucking hard to build the community I have now and I still don’t feel fully connected, like something’s still missing and I have more than most. I’m feeling you deeply friend. What a confusing time to be alive. 💗🫶🏽🌸
Thanks for being so real bb. It's fucking dark out here. 👽🌏🌌🌀🐛🦋🪷❤️🔥
“I don’t feel intimately connected to my friends and family and I badly know I should be. It’s a sense memory rather than a historical memory. I know I should be, I know some part of me once was, I know some part of me still is.”
There are a lot of big, important musings in here I’m still processing and thinking through, especially considering that what grabbed my attention was your opening about overloaded nervous systems…which, hi, yes, me too 😵💫
But this specific disconnect, even from family and friends we know in our minds we are intimately connected to…it’s like a strange haze I feel that’s blocking the tangible, literal feeling of that in my body. It was refreshing, dare I say connecting, to hear you express something similar 🤍
Thank you for reading and feeling.
Josh. I can't begin to describe how deeply I resonate to your posts, it's as if a part of my consciousness has written it as well. If I lived across the river I would definitely be bringing soup and having my hand on your knee. Thanks for naming some of our collective experience. See y'all soon
Gahhhh, thank you for this one, Joshy. I love you and your ability to put thoughts into prose. I feel much of the sentiments you placed here, and have heard the same from so so many. I look forward to closer interdependence with you and family and friends as the big shared vision. the seeds are there it's just a matter of time for them to be fully seen.
can't wait to water seeds with you.
Hmmm. Once again such a thoughtful article. I consider myself an intimacy slut. Always searching deeper and deeper for my next hit of oxytocin and dopamine in the form of intimacy. I guess I’m more of like an intimacy addict, bc most times the intimacy I receive feels like it will never be enough. I’m still plotting ways to be closer, to feel more of it, to receive more. Sometimes I wonder if I’m broken? If I desire too much? Why isn’t it enough to hang out and share my deepest thoughts why must I want to crawl into your skin and breathe through your lungs too?
Pondering on what true community means. I’ve worked so fucking hard to build the community I have now and I still don’t feel fully connected, like something’s still missing and I have more than most. I’m feeling you deeply friend. What a confusing time to be alive. 💗🫶🏽🌸
we're doing great. i love you and your family and long to be interdependent. I loved our time together.