Show Notes
I'm fascinated by the word oxymoron because of how it sounds, the letters in the word, and ultimately what it means. I didn't understand it until life started lifing and this is one of those episodes that brings it to life. Listen to how my guest had to go through a form of pleasure that was displeasure to learn that he was better off alone.
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