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When I was a kid, my father told me I would end up making myself crazy from too much time alone reading. He was so angry . . . so angry that I was not out in the kitchen or living room. He liked me being where he could see me and talk to me. But, for someone who seemed to miss my presence, he was so angry.

Now, after all these years . . . he seems to have been right. I stay alone, incessantly reading online . . . and going crazy. Maybe he really was worried for my welfare. That's not why I had believed.