I thought being an introvert would get me through isolation unscathed, but I dunno now...
I've been talking to myself for days, which is fine. Comforting even.
But yesterday I got in a heated argument with myself, and lost.
I still think I had a good point, but I was an asshole about it and had to apologize to myself. But I wouldn't accept it, and went to bed angry.
Now I'm not speaking to myself.
Hey, Scott! Long time no lurk from me.
Your rocky relationship with your self brings to mind "Pat and Mike' and Pat's advice to Davie Hucko (adorable Aldo Ray).
If I were you, I'd take a good sock at myself. A few good socks, even! Poom, poom, poom!
Strange psychological formulations aside, how are y'all doing?
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