Facts you learn if you ever spend a little time around a substance-recovery halfway facility (200ff):
That certain persons simply will not like you no matter what.
That no matter how smart you thought you were, you are actually way less smart than that.
That loneliness is not a function of solitude.
That it is possible to learn valuable things from a stupid person.
That it takes effort to pay attention to any one stimulus for more than a few seconds.
That boring activities become, perversely, much less boring if you concentrate intently on them.
That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt.
That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
That concentrating intently on anything is very hard work.
In short that 99% of the head's thinking activity consists of trying to scare the everliving sh*t out of itself.
That the cliche 'I don't know who I am' unfortunately turns out to be more than a cliche.
That other people can often see things about you that you yourself cannot see, even if those people are stupid.
That 'acceptance' is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.
That, perversely, it is often more fun to want something than to have it.
That if you do something nice for somebody in secret, anonymously, without letting the person you did it for know it was you or anybody else know what it was you did or in any way or form trying to get credit for it, it's almost its own form of intoxicating buzz.
That anonymous generosity, too, can be abused.
That everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else. That this isn't necessarily perverse.
