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Well, not dumb, but maybe a little over sensitive, kinda like me. It feels like rejection to have your thread seemingly ignored, and one ignored thread seems to loom larger than 10 busy ones. Not very rational, but hey, we're in therapy, right? ;-)
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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