Just something in my life is like this. I feel like I’m getting ever closer to it but there’s always half the distance to it remaining.
I know all the things about how to deal with that but man… it’s a hell of a feeling, mixture of being both tantalized and tormented. I don’t think I even hate the feeling. There’s something vaguely similar to holding off on an orgasm. Ultimate tease by life itself, except there’s no safeword.
Hmm, maybe. Not sure if the expression is related, I always thought it had more defeated quality. With Zeno’s paradox there’s the idea that you do keep getting closer, and a bit closer, and just a bit closer, and just a tiny bit closer… There’s the sense of progression.
Or maybe I’m conflating it a bit with the other expression, “close but no cookie”.