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This will be about love. And Loneliness. And, a great deal about me. Why me? Well, I have asked that a lot. I have made a great deal of effort not to ask that in general, with measurable increase in life satisfactions. Why not me? Things happen. People experience life and life, well, has a good deal of variance of outcomes. In this context, thought the about me is to identify how I participate in this relationship of lonely. We, as a society, still blame people for depression. We still put the onus back on person experiencing loneliness, it’s their job to get them out. And that isn’t completely wrong. I do live in Texas, a State known for being ‘pull yourself up by your own bootstrap’ sort of state. Mental health has suffered for this philosophy.
But, you can say that is true about society in general- and not because society is malicious, or the people that comprise it are evil. I hope in this very candid discussion of self and experience I do not convey any ideas of disparaging others, especially females, especially American females, or men, or even systems. So, for example, I come from a dysfunctional family of origin. Dating was incredibility difficult for me as a young man, and I suffered from years of intermittent Major Depression, with a side order of dysthymia. I did have some interesting qualities. One of the ways I address loneliness was international pen pal organizations. I was writing internationally while at a teen at home, and the longest friendship I have held to this day, is a friend in Scotland. I got the long distance part of relationships down…
