Thing.

I am an all around fine young gentleman who believes that one ought not be required to explain oneself in too great of detail without the benefits of receiving continuous feedback through interpersonal communication.  There seems to occur an unhealthy point of over saturation when one speaks of him/herself for too long without receiving any constructive criticism.  It is as if one initially becomes isolated on some distant foreign island, and this island is quite different from the mainland that one is accustomed to, so s/he must adapt to survive.  Over time, this person adapts, perhaps too much, to the new environment (with very little contact with anything or anyone previously familiar to the person), and so becomes alien to the world s/he once knew.  Eventually, the person may find his/her way off of the island, but evolution has taken its course so extensively that the person's natural environment is no longer the mainland; it is instead, the isolated island.  Now, as a foreigner on the mainland, it is decided that it requires too much effort to readapt, so the isolation learned from the person's island becomes the only easy option for survival.  It seems we have become accustomed to pursuing isolation to the point of glee; please, let us look outward for one another and be sure to revel in the never enough time we have together.