when i watch this movie, i could swear i have asperger, because i understand very well the logic of the guy, but no, i don't like be put in a box, and actually i feel i see the two faces of the mirror, mostly i understand, my own way, not wanting to be betrayed, so discard the liars, but i don't want to be self centered, i read what is harmless, though, we never know, others, and to me, things have to be proved again and again, and in the end they are confronted that there would be happiness for everybody if we were more honest and positively outspoken.
Loving is a choice, definitely, it's like placing tokens on a board, and you wish you win the jackpot, so there's either too much love in me, or none at all and i'm devoided of compassion (and i'm speaking about the real deal, not any primal desires or fear induced attachments), and for now it swings, even if we don't suffer from it, love (cross that word) relation, communication, interaction needs "fuel", i don't need it but i want it.
(And yeah, it's so much easier to keep up when you can be physically present, you can call and propose an activity to share, a place to go, you don't even have to talk, cinema, sport, concert, those can't really be written about or it loses most of its interest, it has to be lived, so yeah there's a trick, you can send letters filled with pieces of philosophy, personal opinions, or if you can let yourself do it, some words of affection, but all this has a different kind of power when it can be shared in reality, the fueling is much simpler to get and to share. Lucky those who can have the two ways with the same person.)