Who Do We Really Meet the First Time?
So why do we do this? Over and over, every passing day? Why do we curate, then crumble, only to curate again for someone new? Perhaps it’s a survival instinct. Meeting someone new is like planting a seed—we present the most fertile soil we have, hoping to foster connection. But as the plant grows, it reveals the imperfections of the soil. Maybe it’s also about safety; we start with what we hope to be and reveal who we are only when we feel secure enough to do so.