My overriding failure point, my personal Groundhog Day, is throwing good people after bad.
In all matters I tend to reinforce failure. There’s an aversion to things that go right.
It’s time to double down.
Anxious me. It was a whirlwind trying to figure out what to make of all the human interaction after a year of Ann Arbor isolation. What’s my appeal? And in thinking about my appeal, a kind of low grade narcissism ensues. One where I reflect on my beauty from the vantage point of my ugly, gazing upon my reflection in awe and disbelief. Ever the fat kid alone by the fence at recess, unable to reconcile an ingrained self-image with this hansome image mirrored by none other than my peers.
Approval. You have it. I want it.
Throwing good money after bad is to spend money on a business that is losing money.
Thorwing good people after bad is to take the support of people that care about you and spend it in the pursuit of people that do not care about you.
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