Fantasy is our expectations from others. Reality is others' expectations from us. You think writing to LJ is more like Lacan's love or like the child bringing fecal presents to the parents? Talking to mom is good. Good. Too little social life isn't. Guess I'll obsess my way through the next 5 weeks, then I has vacationage.

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