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I guess I am in the minority here. I mean, the thing about being self absorbed. Ok. Everyone is self absorbed to some extent. One has to be. How else can life go on. But the loner is not not self absorbed in quite that way. It is a state of mind. Lack of involvement, possibly deliberate lack of involvement. And the sense of not having done the right thing, the feeling that maybe I should have gotten involved. And then the guilt.

That is some state of mind all right !!

Are blogs better than Prozac, Anyway I haven't heard of blog induced mania.

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Anonymous said…
The guilt. I hate that feeling. It never seems to go away, does it? It will hide or disguise itself but it's always there. Waiting for that perfect moment when you think all is well, then it appears out of nowhere to remind you, it will never leave you...
7:27 PM
Anonymous said…
i agree with you. i just meant as in people in general..in some issues. i wouldn't want to be called self absorbed either. so when i say everyone is like that..it's just so some others who criticize can't do so as much..since we can all have the possibility of having that 'trait.'..but by no means does that exist as the only 'definition' of people..or a loner in this case.everyone is different..about guilt.i always have random guilt..not as much recently..this guild has different facets..but..i sometimes feel like i don't even have the right to be unhappy..and also that there are people who are supposedly 'suffering' more than me out there(exp. poverty,etc)..but the more i think about it..eh..not good..so i just try not to think about it as much and try to appreciate things..even the most simple of things..rain..or hearing a bird's wings beat.
4:41 PM
Anonymous said…
i spelled something wrong..sorry..guilt*..by the way..my moods flucuate a lot..didn't mean to sound 'bad'..sorry for the misunderstanding..and although i don't usually like to categorize..i'm a 'loner' too..just so you know im on a similar view point, too( even if I find it hard to relate with others..including loners).
4:45 PM
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