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Previously mentioned depression has passed following a comical incident. It shows how some things involve nothing remotely rational. Love. I feel like I'm the only one who looks at it with a sense of rationality. But using logic, one will realize that it is illogical to view love logically because no one else thinks about it logically. But everyone knows that. I just refuse to believe I am the only one who feels that way. I refuse to believe that there aren't people in the world who can logically deal with anything. It seems like my life has been a series of realizations. Every realization paints a bleaker picture of the world in my eyes, and every sign points to utter loneliness.. until I'm at least 22.. or 26? It's too much to deal with really. It's too much to know that I am going to have to watch my peers fall in love, make mistakes, and get hurt, while I sit alone and maybe eat popcorn. It's no different than a movie where the irony is so obvious and you know that if you could speak to the actors on the screen they would be offended that you think you could have steered them clear of drama. It feels so much worse knowing that I have too much sense to get roped into a situation like that. It hruts knowing I could never pretend to love someone I don't care about while I watch people dishonetly pursue their selfish motives. And it hurts more being told that I scorn the human race even though I'm just trying to do it a favor. Cancel the soap operas, stop writing the novels and scripts about ill-fated attraction, and once and for all, remind people that they don't have to settle.