In other knews, I came to terms with my brain being hardwired for other's approval. In fact, I played out all sorts of games growing up just so I could get the rush of feeling wanted. I even played dead once just to see if people cared. I ended up getting kicked in the nuts!
So, a good friend saved me, or at least I saved myself from calling him. It was in response to another friend's feeling sorry for themself, so I thought I'd just prove a point for myself about how crazy we make ourselves when we're lonely. Loneliness is the ONLY mental illness a human being can suffer from; all other 'illnesses' are a result of it.