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Mark (1978-79)
by Chuck Close
Acrylic on canvas
Photographed at MoMA New York, 2011

Does it ever occur to you that we’re all geniuses when it comes to other people’s feelings but our own? Say your friend tells you a story about their problems and he/she demands a resolution. We’re the objective viewers of the story. We listen, we dissect the problem into several parts as if we’re conducting a literary analysis and form a reasonable argument about why things happen the way it is to them. Sometimes we even give all these great advices to them, and perhaps blown away that we’re capable to blurt out this wonderful motivational advices on the spot. It’s amazing that we can see things broadly if we’re assigned as the third point of view.

Although, it’s too bad we can’t be our own shrink. Most of us are idiots when it comes to comprehending what we’re actually feeling and resolving our own problems. Sometimes when a problem gets into our way, we distrust ourselves to make a decision, and hence, we turn to our significant other to guide us towards a common sense or reasoning. Emotion clouds our judgment and we land ourselves into a limbo on our own thoughts. I guess that’s the main reason why each individual still need each other to live. We all need each other for reassurance and emotional support, and someone to sketch out the reality that we fail to see, despite that it’s actually just laid there in front of our eyes.