We do not like those who are completely available, who make

We do not like those who are completely available, who make themselves over to us entirely. They crowd us out. They make us feel uneasy.

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In "The Sunday Philosophy Club" by Alexander McCall Smith, the author explores the complexity of human relationships and the discomfort that can arise from too much closeness. He suggests that when someone is entirely available and devoted, it can be overwhelming and even suffocating. This can lead to feelings of unease and a desire for more personal space, which highlights how crucial balance is in our connections with others.

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