A lad caught ransacking his friend’s browser history is surprised by what emerges upon being caught. He wanted to be close, and this chab is now close as ever, and that guy have to pay the price of his obsession--the bittersweetness of pang and retaliation alongside revelation and intimacy.
Sometimes we don’t know how to deal with our craves to be close to one more out of acting out. The almost any have experienced this in so many ways: ignoring texts in effort to appear less mad, teasing every other to conceal our vulnerabilities when we might rather say I love u, or, as in the case of many, obsessing. When we obsess, we become fixated upon the object of our worship rather than allowing ourselves to be an equal part of the swap. In doing so, we negate our own experience of worthiness, elevating a stud to divine status, a fellow upon whom we project all of our own hidden gold.
We may discover ourselves in the throes of a darkened love story, and we may well know the coming impact that our obsessions may bring; this does not always prevent us from behaving like avid males, stalking our infatuations, or, unfortunately violating boundaries. The emotions that are stirred and channeled within us can lead us into volatile confrontations with our idols. These confrontations are seldom positively surprising. Owning our own shadows requires us to meet those confrontations with honest bravery, to be ready to surrender all and accept culpability.

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