Absent

From life because of this.

Isn't it amazing that things that the vast majority of the people in the world will never even hear about, and that most of even the ones who do will only register it in a periphal way, can be the centre of your existence to the point of nervous breakdown?

And people telling you that it is not the end of the world (which you know already anyway) doesn't help one bit. In fact it just makes you feel even more wretched because you are wrecking yourself for no good reason....

But when you say you'll do something you do it, right? Even if it turns out to be not as much fun or not as easy as you thought? Or so I thought until recently...,

Somewhere somehow every day insignificant things are the end of someone's world.

Knowing you are an idiot does not in itself stop you from being one.

This endeth the moan.
As you were .

Oh well....