Lack of clarity

Just because every­one appar­ently has their own very per­sonal and deeply intim­ate exper­i­ence of the emo­tion, their own defin­i­tion of the term, that doesn’t mean I don’t still wish someone would sit before me, open that worn book with its scuffed pages, and explain it all to me in simple terms that even this fool could under­stand. At this point in my life, I’m tired of try­ing to work it out in my own mind. I would be con­tent to live vicari­ously through the know­ledge you’ve gained of such intim­acy. I would be quite happy to wear your second­hand clothes.

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