Two truly fucked up things I've realized about myself lately.  1) Because I have no one to share the details of my life with, I end up talking way too much about myself in almost any situation.  It's like some compulsive need to have someone, anyone, understand me.  And I also spend a lot of time in conversations thinking of the next thing I'm going to say about me rather than listening to the other person.  Horrible.  And sad.  2) I frequently feel "younger", in an inadequate kind of way, to people who are married with children, just because I have neither.  Like because I don't have those life experiences, I am not as "worthy" somehow of their respect.  WTF is that??

I soooo need to get back into therapy.