Sometimes it happens that, if you are forced to stay with one person for several hours, a form of schismatic process takes place. Your inner reality differs gradually more and more from what you say and listen in the conversation. You reach a point when the sentences exchanged become entirely unreal, some kind of uncontrollable outgrowth having nothing to do what you think and seriously worries you. The impulse here becomes not to speak anymore and simply mumble with some uhm and ehm just to satisfy the situation. If you are not able to get rid of the company, your inner own reality, the bubble you live in becomes the only important thing. You are, so to speak completely swallowed by your bubble. Nothing else exists, tension mounts and also a perception that the only universe is your bubble. An unhappy universe but the only vital reality to defend at all costs in order to survive. You never feel alone as in this situations.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
--Samuel Beckett