I sometimes enjoy my time on SI, sometimes not. My transient feelings are less important to me than my underlying motives and attachments. I love being a father, but it is not a constant joy. How could it be? Sometimes I am fearful, sometimes disappointed, sometimes frustrated, sometimes ashamed, all manner of feelings, but also hopeful, satisfied, at ease, and proud. The good and bad are both parts of caring about something a lot.
If you find that foreign to you, well, we really are on different planets....... |
