Does The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known Guy Know That His Paragraph From A Six Year Old NYT Opinion

people talk all the time about “primal instincts” and it’s usually about violence or sexual temptations or something, but your humanity comes with a lot of different stuff that we do without really thinking about, that we do without being told to or prompted to

your average human comes pre-installed with instincts to:

Befriend

Tell story

Make Thing

Investigate

Share knowledge

Laugh

Sing

Dance

Empathize with

Create

we are chalk full of survival instincts that revolve around connecting to others (dog-shaped others, robot-shaped, sometimes even plant-shaped) and making things with our hands

your primal instincts are not bathed in blood- they are layered in people telling stories to each other around a fire over and over and putting devices together through trial and error over and over and reaching for someone and something every moment of the way

Vintage Heart Shaped Woven Wicker Rattan Basket

Go ahead and decorate! 1951 by Hazel Dell Brown, Armstrong Cork Company

can’t wait til I’m released from captivity into the wild and immediately get carried off by an eagle

sometimes I think about the sculptors hands that moulded and formed the statues and then I touch the cold stone and I feel our hands meet through time and space

“Ever since I could remember, I had feared being found wanting. If I did the work I wanted to do, it was certain not to measure up; if I pursued the people I wanted to know, I was bound to be rejected; if I made myself as attractive as I could, I would still be ordinary looking. Around such damages to the ego a shrinking psyche had formed: I applied myself to my work, but only grudgingly; I’d make one move toward people I liked, but never two; I wore makeup but dressed badly. To do any or all of these things well would have been to engage heedlessly with life — love it more than I loved my fears — and this I could not do. What I could do, apparently, was daydream the years away: to go on yearning for “things” to be different so that I would be different.”

— Vivian Gornick, The Cost of Daydreaming - NYTimes.com (via arabellesicardi)

“She had bought herself a blotting book, writing case, pen-holder, and envelopes, although she had no one to write to; she dusted her what-not, looked at herself in the glass, picked up a book, and then, dreaming between the lines, let it drop on her knees. She longed to travel or to go back to her convent. She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.”

— Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

Evening dress Date:1905 Medium: Silk, Lace Museum of arts & crafts, Zagreb

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