I am deeply grateful I am not terribly attractive at first glance.
I use to think this until I realized how shallow that thinking is, because what we mean by 'attractive' is pitifully vague and actually depends entirely on the quality and development of one's vision of what reality/existence/god/life is.
A couple of us have mentioned that intelligence should be the primary virtue - because intelligence is going to be the most significant factor involved in sustaining truly loving and healthy relationships generally of any kind.
I must say I agree.
Because - relationships that work are like bridges built with give and sway - not hard and stiff, which are liable to snap.
And to achieve this balance I think one simply has to learn how to weave the artistries of intelligence and love into one harmonious tapestry.
Anyway, I wholeheartedly believe clear intelligence is the most significant factor to abiding joy, to general satisfaction with life, and when I check against my relationship history the idea that psychedelics boost attraction I find it's actually created a much larger problem than heretofore mentioned - entheogens have been a tremendous ability in dropping one psychologically into oneself and into the world, and one feels one has achieved a quality of understanding that is itself ineffable, though the insight gleaned from it is ineffaceable.
One can never unsee, right?
Though this is fantastic and enlightening and a gift from one point of view, must it come at such great equal expense?
I don't like being typically utterly incomprehensible among friends, especially women in which I may have intense interest.
It's like the greatest objection I've ever heard to my love for someone is its realness, toomuchness, toostrongness.
Anyone else have this problem? Ever been told after two hours or so in conversation by people that their minds can no longer contain or comprehend what your telling them because of some ridiculous limit they invent for themselves?
Are there actually borders of mind, that can only expand so much within certain limits of time? I think certainly not.
I think people lie. And lie so much, there isn't a difference between who they've told themselves they are and who they really are. Like ghosts.
I heard once that love contained without outlets results eventually in self destruction. I'm a huge fan of the medical drama House, M.D. If you ever seen that show, and know Dr. House's character inside and out, well - it's exactly like that.
Because existence is the river of love, to fight against it and deny its current,
seems to be equal to death. But I'm not really sure about this.
I suppose I simply have not found her yet.
But I crave intelligence like a child might insatiably crave cotton candy.
The cotton candy of the mind.
Genesis is Now, the Mind is Incarnate.