Whether it’s food poisoning or a stomach flu, the fact is I’ve been in total agony for the past two days. And true to human nature (or at least my own sentimental, maudlin nature), I’ve done a fine job of mirroring my emotional state with my physical state. This hardly seems like the time to be thinking about how solitary a person I’ve grown to be. But whatever, it’s on my mind, and it has been for longer than I’ve had this silly stomach bug of mine. As the saying goes, misery loves company. I think that’s especially true when you compound your own misery with additional feelings of self-pity. What is it about that depressed state that makes the afflicted never want to leave it? I wonder sometimes just how we’ve all managed to survive this long, given all of our self-destructive inclinations.
