To Face The Truth...

[Lydianne]

I'm going to try and focus. On what? I'm not certain.

I'll offer a question:


Why are you back here?


Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased you're here.. But how come? 🤨.


You are familiar with our content: There is peace, and there is conflict. Most of it is the latter. The people that find peace mostly leave to continue with their lives - transitioned or otherwise. I don't see euphoria. Just peace. ( Well, I can think of one person that would probably claim euphoria, but the believability of what they write is 1/x : x → ∞ ).

- I had that opportunity earlier this week. Couldn't be bothered in the least bit.

- ...my brain has a fond recollection of each and every experience within a female experience.

- Although the female perspective remains, the experience part has taken a back seat to...life.

- My perspective is the same but I am no longer chained to a longing for more.

- I'm simply no longer wrapped up in trying to express myself in that way.

You're at peace . Consistency. Congratulations! The only way is down! 😐.


But down there, the fleeting release from conflict can feel like euphoria. Fleetingly. It does feel really good - like the first breath of air after being submerged in water. I can imagine the exhale being missable. But an entire existence of exhale is not possible. I'd take what you have, and I'd run:

- "I don't want to be unhappy. Got a blue pill? 😐." Link.

- ""Sometimes?" . . I would take the blue pill! 😐." Link.

- "This is why the blue pill is also a valid solution." Link.

- "although I have oft stated that I would take the 'blue pill' ( and I still would... )" Link.



You've said you do not seek more. That's good because the existence of euphoria looks highly doubtful ( and if weren't, it certainly wouldn't be found here ).


Or do you miss the conflict? Because by being here without having had the conflict tangibly treated ( i.e. medication, surgery, etc ), you flirt with re-finding it :twitch:. But in the words of Gotye:


You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Like resignation to the end, always the end.
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends..

..But I'll admit that I was glad it was over.



- L.