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Thursday, April 10, 2003
Why is it that when I say that I find my filthy apartment depressing and am glad I have a place to go to where I can control the mess, why is it when I say that, is it taken by my family to mean:

a) I don't love them and don't want to be around them and are disgusted by them

and

b) I feel I am superior to them?

That's quite a leap in logic, isn't it?

Hey you grown-ups out there: isn't it possible to like living somewhere else, and simultaneously still love your family? That's what the therapists all took great pains to teach me. Now I've learned it and look where it gets me!