When I was 10, I remember sitting one day at the end of a very long bench. Everyone else from my class was at the other end. It was a perfect picture of how I felt at the time: ostracized, unlikable, and basically no good. Continue reading
Great question, since I believe emotions are physical. Yes, the stories we tell ourselves about them are mental abstractions—those looping conscious thought patterns that serve to perpetuate our state. But the feelings themselves exist in our body. Continue reading
It on the drug.
I remember getting high as a teenager, thinking, Well, this isn’t really a “feeling,” it’s more a different way of seeing, experiencing, being… Continue reading