I might be pushing the art a bit, but I do remember the day when I realized what I felt was ambivalence. Truly. Not neutral, but some positive, some negative, and balanced there. It came up again for me recently when I got stuck not feeling fish or fowl, happy for me, but sad for someone else at the same time. It strikes me as a mature feeling, because it demands standing back and observing how you are feeling, and being OK with no firm answer. I'm not this, I'm not that, I'm somewhere in between, and I'll wait and see what develops.
posted by the other Joan @ 9:08 AM
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I'd always thought of ambivalence as being in limbo. This is an interesting take on it.
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