I think my social relations level has reached that point that allows me to officially declare that we are, admittedly or not, suckers for dependency. Or, dependent suckers. Whatever gets you off.

When in a dump, of course we feel sorry for ourselves. Then depending on which we pick between pride and cheesiness, at the end of the day you would still have sought help from others, either literally or psychotically… er, psychologically. But I’m no doctor so… there.

We need one another in times of trouble, most especially, believe it or not, when we keep the headache to ourselves. You look in the mirror, you feel the weight, then you look around and check out other people’s burdens. Whatever you understand next would either send you to a somewhat-better night sleep or inspire you to design your mope routine for the next decade. Most of the time, the easiest way to define our problems—or at least, the gravity of them—is through other people’s problems. It’s like the cheapest over-the-counter drug for rhetorical migraines. Neat, yes? Don’t worry, it’s fine. After all, better them way below you than the other shit around, right? We only need to be reminded that we’re still above-ground, or for that matter, above others… and somewhere in that stack, we’ll be reminded that we’re going to be fine. Unfair, but again, that’s fine. You’re only more pathetic if you deny.