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Been a bit dumb

Why do I have to run away when people confront me? Yesterday DG went to the extent of saying that my "blogging" has turned very selfish in a way that I always write about "me". I would not call it confusion neither selfishness. I would just call it a need. A need because I need to discuss myself with someone and I am short of people on that aspect. Infact most things that I had like to do, I would have to do alone. My communication with people is limited to most trivial things. It is mostly me with myself. what can I do if I wanted to shout out and want everyone to listen to what I say? Forget that.
So what can i do if I would have wanted to write the way I wrote in the beginning. Lots of things. Spend a lot of time in bed, thinking!!! Moreover I would have to also make sure of some idea-searching and incorporating some soul-searching. And the worst part is that all of them are just theories. And right now theories to me, are absurd. They don't work. They just exist and things that happen, happen in a way so as to remind me that things don't work according to theories. How should I react to someone saying to me that your blogging has degraded. I think I should say "Thank you" and move on in the way I want to. Why should I let someone mess with my mind. I should allow myself the exclusive privilege of messing up with "my" mind.
And coming to the topic of messing up with the mind. It is in a flux. I need to know what I need. I need to synthesize my own solutions and apply them to my life.
And yes... the most important thing... I am not a Softie!!!

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