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		<title>RooK: Created page with &quot;category:2019 Rant &lt;font face=&quot;consolas, courier new&quot;&gt; In the midst of all the ongoing processing, the recent resurgence of a bitter pessimism about my fate with respect t...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;/wiki/Category:2019_Rant&quot; title=&quot;Category:2019 Rant&quot;&gt;category:2019 Rant&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;font face=&amp;quot;consolas, courier new&amp;quot;&amp;gt; In the midst of all the ongoing processing, the recent resurgence of a bitter pessimism about my fate with respect t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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In the midst of all the ongoing processing, the recent resurgence of a bitter pessimism about my fate with respect to intimate partners is the most pernicious problem.  It has a barb of ego, in that I get to &amp;quot;be right&amp;quot; about how I will always ultimately be betrayed and abandoned.  I suppose that makes it particularly hard to assuage with my general philosophical tactic of assuming that I will be brave - and offer up my heart to the pain - because living life to the fullest is worth it.  Ego tends to reinforce ego.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was different before, though.  Because it wasn&amp;#039;t that I was left, but instead recognized how they were never really with me to start with.  Because they were with a projection of me, because I was difficult to actually know.  But S knew me.  More than that, I worked really hard and became eminently knowable.  And she un-chose me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even as I metabolize the un-choosing, and I slowly assuage the childishness of my old pessimism, how do I deny the truth at the root of the pessimism?  How do I let myself feel trust at being chosen ever again?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I just fucking don&amp;#039;t.  And I&amp;#039;ll just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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