A group experience takes place on a lower level of consciousness than the experience of an individual. This is due to the fact that, when many people gather together to share one common emotion, the total psyche emerging from the group is below the level of the individual psyche. If it is a very large group, the collective psyche will be more like the psyche of an animal, which is the reason why the ethical attitude of large organizations is always doubtful. The psychology of a large crowd inevitably sinks to the level of mob psychology. If, therefore, I have a so-called collective experience as a member of a group, it takes place on a lower level of consciousness than if I had the experience by myself alone.
What I want you to understand is that when I heard your words, it was as if every single second we had spent together up to that point was a lie. Every word, every touch, every kiss. You were looking at me, but you wanted him. I was this_thing to be endured to keep your family safe. You would allow me to touch you, to make love to you all the while wishing for Colin. I thought all that passion we had between us was a complete figment of my imagination and it was a bitter pill to swallow. I hated you. Worse than I__ ever hated anyone in my life. I was determined to make you pay. I__ keep you shackled to me forever as punishment. Keep you away from your true love._ Bree stared at him, unable to fathom such cruelty. Who was this man she loved that was capable of such a thing? __nd then?_ He took a deep shaky breath and leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. __hen I spent all my energy trying to prove to myself by looking at you that you were lying to me, to justify what I was doing by picking up little gestures or flickers in your eyes that would prove to me that you felt nothing for me._ Bree rolled her eyes and gave a tearful snort. __nd did you, after how hard I fought for you, did you get what you wanted? Did you prove to yourself what a lying bitch I am?_ __o. Of course not. So I started to doubt what I heard._ __fter living with Bernardo for all your life it had just occurred to you that he just may have tampered with the fucking thing?_ Bree bit out, furiously.
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What I want you to understand is that when I heard your words, it was as if every single second we had spent together up to that point was a lie. Every word, every touch, every kiss. You were looking at me, but you wanted him. I was this_thing to be endured to keep your family safe. You would allow me to touch you, to make love to you all the while wishing for Colin. I thought all that passion we had between us was a complete figment of my imagination and it was a bitter pill to swallow. I hated you. Worse than I__ ever hated anyone in my life. I was determined to make you pay. I__ keep you shackled to me forever as punishment. Keep you away from your true love._ Bree stared at him, unable to fathom such cruelty. Who was this man she loved that was capable of such a thing? __nd then?_ He took a deep shaky breath and leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. __hen I spent all my energy trying to prove to myself by looking at you that you were lying to me, to justify what I was doing by picking up little gestures or flickers in your eyes that would prove to me that you felt nothing for me._ Bree rolled her eyes and gave a tearful snort. __nd did you, after how hard I fought for you, did you get what you wanted? Did you prove to yourself what a lying bitch I am?_ __o. Of course not. So I started to doubt what I heard._ __fter living with Bernardo for all your life it had just occurred to you that he just may have tampered with the fucking thing?_ Bree bit out, furiously.
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