“I don’t have crushes.”
I accepted long ago that my friend has achieved a higher level of consciousness than I. But, seriously? No crushes?
“But when you were a teenager, surely…”
“Nope.”
It turned out the reason was not her high-mindedness, but her feeling that crushing on someone was unsafe, reviving an ancient, powerful fear of rejection.
That threw me. I crush early and often and am always vaguely ashamed of having done so. I certainly enjoy all the pleasures of a good crush, but I’d never considered that my crushes might reveal a belief in my own potential. Yet if a crush allows us to see the beauty in someone else, perhaps it also helps us see our own. At some level when we dream of someone, we also dream of who we can become in their eyes or at their side.
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Another brilliant piece, Archer!
