There’s little more exhilarating than feeling a tug at your line and battling to reel in a fish.
Whether it’s the one that got away or your biggest catch ever, either way, the highlight is the heart-racing thrill of the chase.
To pursue someone we desire is much like fishing.
Sartre warns that this turns people into an object to be possessed.
Though different to hooking a fish, we want the object of our desire to choose us freely and willingly.
The element of choice makes the game of seduction all the more tense and exciting, but the fear of rejection makes it all the more terrifying.
To have the person you desire come freely brings a feeling of completeness that can’t be fucking beat.
But the moment is fleeting, Sartre reminds us, because we soon realise they can never truly be ours.
The other person’s freedom means they are not a possession, and, in the end, our desire limits them.
We’ll screw up the relationship if we can’t handle our desires, and end up following a bad pattern of moving on to the next pretty shiny thing after everything goes to shit.
However, if we strive for an authentic, mutually rewarding relationship, we’ll do the hard yards to relate our passions equally to our partner’s wants.
There is still thrill in hooking the fish, but learning to indulge in each other’s freedom is far fucking sexier than the chase.
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Whether it’s the one that got away or your biggest catch ever, either way, the highlight is the heart-racing thrill of the chase.To pursue someone we desire is much like fishing.
Sartre warns that this turns people into an object to be possessed. Though different to hooking a fish, we want the object of our desire to choose us freely and willingly. The element of choice makes the game of seduction all the more tense and exciting, but the fear of rejection makes it all the more terrifying.To have the person you desire come freely brings a feeling of completeness that can’t be fucking beat.
But the moment is fleeting, Sartre reminds us, because we soon realise they can never truly be ours. The other person’s freedom means they are not a possession, and, in the end, our desire limits them. We’ll screw up the relationship if we can’t handle our desires, and end up following a bad pattern of moving on to the next pretty shiny thing after everything goes to shit. However, if we strive for an authentic, mutually rewarding relationship, we’ll do the hard yards to relate our passions equally to our partner’s wants. There is still thrill in hooking the fish, but learning to indulge in each other’s freedom is far fucking sexier than the chase.
