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Just for the record, the weather today
is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. indifference or B. disinterest in what the critics say

fanfiction has taught me so much about gay sex too bad im not a boy sigh

“Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry.”

—Gloria Steinem

from this really REALLY wonderful blog here

1. Human contact is a need for us. It’s not as intense as food or water; it’s more like the need for sleep. We won’t necessarily die outright if we don’t get it on a regular basis, but we’ll be unfocused, unhappy, and emotionally unstable. If I go too long without substantive human contact, without touch or conversation or genuine interaction, I get listless, then depressed. If it goes on even longer, my form of depression can turn suicidal.
Other possibilities are the development of severe social anxiety because we are so dependent on being welcome in a social group, and a whole range of socially inappropriate acting out. Years ago another extrovert friend suggested going to the mall when it started to get bad, and that works somewhat because it’s a lot of low-stakes interactions in a short time. It’s like eating fast food when you really want a home-grilled steak, but it keeps the worst of it at bay.