Loneliness

[Mole]

The work of children is play. And the purpose of play is to learn the difference between imagination and reality, between fantasy and reality. However sometimes life is hard, difficult, abusive or traumatic and we regress to fantasy to protect our psyche.

And then naturally we look to those who will accept our fantasy uncritically. At this point our fantasy has been socially validated, and we enter a mutual protection racket where I won't criticise you fantasy if you don't criticise mine. And here we enter an entrenched neurosis where we build castles in the air, safe from criticism or reality testing.

So we no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality, we don't distinguish between astrology and astronomy, we don't distinguish between mbti and psychometrics, we don't distinguish between our religion and evidence and reason.

And being out of touch with reality, we are out of touch with those around us, we are out of touch with what they feel and think, and we start to suffer from loneliness.

 

[Justin of Flavia Neapolis]

The work of children is play. And the purpose of play is to learn the difference between imagination and reality, between fantasy and reality. However sometimes life is hard, difficult, abusive or traumatic and we regress to fantasy to protect our psyche.

And then naturally we look to those who will accept our fantasy uncritically. At this point our fantasy has been socially validated, and we enter a mutual protection racket where I won't criticise you fantasy if you don't criticise mine. And here we enter an entrenched neurosis where we build castles in the air, safe from criticism or reality testing.

So we no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality, we don't distinguish between astrology and astronomy, we don't distinguish between mbti and psychometrics, we don't distinguish between our religion and evidence and reason.

And being out of touch with reality, we are out of touch with those around us, we are out of touch with what they feel and think, and we start to suffer from loneliness.

Speak for yourself, Satan.

 

[Novella]

Serious question - what outcome were you seeking by posting the above?

 

[1487610420]

The work of children is play. And the purpose of play is to learn the difference between imagination and reality, between fantasy and reality. However sometimes life is hard, difficult, abusive or traumatic and we regress to fantasy to protect our psyche.

And then naturally we look to those who will accept our fantasy uncritically. At this point our fantasy has been socially validated, and we enter a mutual protection racket where I won't criticise you fantasy if you don't criticise mine. And here we enter an entrenched neurosis where we build castles in the air, safe from criticism or reality testing.

So we no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality, we don't distinguish between astrology and astronomy, we don't distinguish between mbti and psychometrics, we don't distinguish between our religion and evidence and reason.

And being out of touch with reality, we are out of touch with those around us, we are out of touch with what they feel and think, and we start to suffer from loneliness.

Like many other of your posts, contrived at best, in a self servicing tryhard way.

 

[Ashtart]

oh my...

 

[Mole]

Serious question - what outcome were you seeking by posting the above?

I was limning neurosis and loneliness.
And rather than manipulation control and denigration, I would prefer a contribution.
I will reply to all honest contributions but not to manipulation control or denigration.

 

[Lark]

I was limning neurosis and loneliness.
And rather than manipulation control and denigration, I would prefer a contribution.
I will reply to all honest contributions but not to manipulation control or denigration.

I see you.

 

[Mole]

Lonrliness is emotionally painful and debilitating. Yet our character can be forged in the pain of loneliness.

 

[laterlazer]

sorry that you're lonely sir.

 

[Agent Washington]

m y loneliness is killing me
i must confess, i still believe (o-oh-oh)
something something give me a siiiignnnn