tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913609798232369293.post5971111785120899811..comments2023-11-09T01:11:09.516-08:00Comments on Europrogocontestovision: DepressionAdam Roberts Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10001572970456425902noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913609798232369293.post-1037622745603198962008-08-28T04:57:00.000-07:002008-08-28T04:57:00.000-07:00It makes perfect sense, and is very eloquently put...It makes perfect sense, and is very eloquently put too: although looking back I wonder about the 'there isn't such an element of choice' line. Not that depressives don't believe that, because I suppose they do; but that doesn't make it true.Adam Roberts Projecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10001572970456425902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913609798232369293.post-5575504867037990332008-08-24T12:05:00.000-07:002008-08-24T12:05:00.000-07:00Speaking from my own experience, I'm not sure it's...Speaking from my own experience, I'm not sure it's so much selfishness as being consumed by the self. I see selfishness as a disregard for others, arising from the conscious or subconscious decision that oneself is far more important. Depressives, meanwhile, disregard others only in that they don't see them. There isn't such an element of choice. They're mesmerised by their own turmoil. Perhaps it's a survival mechanism. It's certainly a symptom of adolesence. I'll always remember, when I was fifteen, the startling revelation that other people have feelings too. And not only that: other people's feelings feel much like my own. It actually saved my life.<BR/><BR/>I don't know if that made sense at all.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02859947751877893853noreply@blogger.com