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[luddite_embrace]

I'm lonely. And I'm afraid a whole lot of people are lonely too. Part of this is my own doing. I exaggerate, in my head, the work required to be with other people. And so I make no effort. But I am lonely with other people around, too. Perhaps it's not loneliness, per se. Perhaps it's boredom. But I think the two are closely related, as boredom and

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[badchad]

Long ago I was horrified to realize that I really didn't like other people. At first I thought I was some sort of sociopath, but eventually it became apparent that I didn't even like them enough to hurt them. The conclusion I drew was that I cannot relate to them, because I am either innately superior or inferior (in all the ways that matter, the two are equivalent).

However, until I felt compelled to reply to your outpouring of ... well, let's just call it candor, I hadn't made the connection between this realization and my current lifestyle. How fitting that I spend my days churning out music and literature that no one will ever listen to or read, instead of diving headfirst into a center of civilization and doing whatever the hell it is that most people do until they wither and die. Yes, I'm lonely, but only because I choose not to put my own interests aside in favor of those of the madding crowd. Ask not what the world has to offer, but what you can offer for it to rebuke.

Postscript: I know this doesn't help at all, but that's exactly my point. No human being can ever give you any more solace than a body pillow.

[luddite_embrace]

I think the biggest difference between you and I is that you have your own interests.