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What’s equally fun is when you do start enjoying yourself and dissociating at the same time so you don’t really feel like yourself when you are enjoying yourself. Makes sense right?
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You mean like when you start laughing and feel bewildered because laughing is normally a foreign concept to you?
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Thank you. I’d always thought it was just me. I’d come away from a social event where I had fun and while walking home think ‘who on earth was that person?’
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For some reason makes me think of the song “After Hours” by The Velvet Underground.
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A pity they can’t both see the mark of depression on each other..
On the other hand… if they can know they are both depressed, can they make good friends?
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Were they to become good friends, I would hope they could save each other from this kind of torture in the future.
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