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April 27, 2012

There are times I donít think about being alone, times when I am at peace with it.† I am however acutely aware that the people who brightly talk up the virtues of living alone are all in relatively stable relationships themselves; every one.†† I wonder if you, the one with whom I am supposed to be paired is silently cursing me for my ineptitude at making a life with you, for my inability to identify you appropriately, for my failure to overcome exotic phobias that prevent me from talking to you.† You must be quite angry with me by now.