There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.
I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.
Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.
I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.