Coincidence and Habit

[maerdi]

I ate two Dove chocolates today, which means I got two 'Messages':
Do what feels right.
Follow your instincts.
Maybe someone's trying to tell me something... *grin*

I was thinking the other day. I'll try to make those thoughts make sense here, but I can't promise anything. You see, it's

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[puuj]

My friend Nora also once replied to an e-mail where I said much the same as you:

...But people should not be loved because we think they have
every skill and charm at their fingertips. The better love is the one
where the object is recognized for what it is; where flaws are part of
what is loved. Where a supremely urbane man or woman, infinitely
polished or rough as our preferences ordain, is not given a moment's
desire. Perfection ought to become the loved one, and the flaws, the
irritating tics, ought to endear us even further. That is wise, I
believe, because it is enduring and realistic. Affection can't speak to
universally recognized, objectively measured and always quantified
traits; it has to confirm [sic] to what it finds, to what, perhaps, steals
upon it. At that point the old measuring stick should be retired, and
the new measure should consist of what we find worthy in our partner.
This assumes they deserve it, of course; love is a hard thing to talk
about, because one talks of so many different relationships once the
subject is canvassed. People often love where they shouldn't, and yet
we in their place might too find it hard to relinquish the feeling; so
how to choose a type that is 'good', when to someone in love good molds
into the shape of the loved one, and other goods are either not
desirable or infeasible (or both)...