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Oct. 14th, 2019 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grassangelThere's a delightful line about Being Known in this fic I'm reading, and it strikes me there's different... polarities to Being Known.
There's fuckor, that deep terror/embarrassment of your soul being so deeply peered into.
Then there's the comforting one that has no name - someone knowing you well enough to order food for you, likes the same book as you for the same reason, gives you a gift for no other reason than they knew you'd like it, or the person you take one look at & go 'they're like me'.
Both are forms of being loved, but one is soft and comforting, while the other confronts you with truths about yourself which can be hard to face hearing from another person.
(originally pondered on twitter)
There's fuckor, that deep terror/embarrassment of your soul being so deeply peered into.
Then there's the comforting one that has no name - someone knowing you well enough to order food for you, likes the same book as you for the same reason, gives you a gift for no other reason than they knew you'd like it, or the person you take one look at & go 'they're like me'.
Both are forms of being loved, but one is soft and comforting, while the other confronts you with truths about yourself which can be hard to face hearing from another person.
(originally pondered on twitter)
