Sometimes my wife wants to talk about our lovemaking. I hate to do so as I think putting words to it and analyzing it just sullies it. Adding words lessens it. Analyzing it takes away it's purity. This is true of anything actually. So then, it's nice to put words to the negatives. To analyze them, to reduce them to words. But I don't want to ruin the positives this way.

On the other hand the positives might eventually be forgotten later...

It's better to have emotional peaks and valleys than to be a perfect straight stoic line, a steel line, a half dead person made of steel unaffected by (almost) anything. It's better to be human. And to have negative surprises. It's better to enjoy the peak today than forever be preparing for some future valley.

Because, the memory of the peak is essential for surviving the valley.

I know of a demonizer whom is forever analyzing and blogging about her(?) sex life. Sounds awful to me. I imagine she lays there during it with a small part of her removed from it, planning her next blog post. How awful. Even worse, being the person with her, knowing she's laying there formulating her next blog post about what you're doing.

Trying to describe one's experiences necessitates removing a part of yourself from the experiencing and instead stepping back and in effect experiencing yourself experiencing.

And/or it's like trying to film your life, whereby you're too busy filming it to live it.

I suppose it's possible to manage something to remember it by without ruining the live experiencing. But it's a delicate process. And one could think of those who try to record as performing an altruistic act, where they know they're partially ruining it for themselves, in order to accomplish something...? Some truth to hold on to. Warped though it is.