a practice in self-obsession. when we get into a romantic relationship, don't we fall in love with ourselves through the eyes of someone else? loving and appreciating ourselves through someone else.
isn't that just fucked up? but doesn't it have the ring of truth in there somewhere? we see ourselves through another person's perspective, our flaws are accepted and glossed over, our strong points admired and appreciated. and we preen, pose and are glad for it. isn't falling in love the ultimate act of vanity?