It is not easy when you are interacting with others,. But, hey isn't that what we are doing most of the time. Even when alone, we are not truly alone. We carry memories. They play around in our heads, dictating what we do next. When you run away from one, another will take it's place. That is the way of it. We flit from our sort term to our long term memories like bees to nectar, or from flies to road-kill to cow-pat.
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