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Published Monday, December 05, 2005 by PPQ.

So you trip along with your life feeling sorry for yourself because of this and because of that. You reach a point where you realise that people have their own lives, their own family/friends, their own worries, and that you can’t always be foremost in their thoughts. You begin to wallow in a pit of self-pity and sympathy because things aren’t how they used to be, things have changed and you wish damn hard that things could go back to the way they used to be. And then one day you hear of the bad fortune that met someone you know, you hear about the bad health of a relative, the demise of someone's love, the unbearable sadness that follows your friend. And these cold hard realities smack you in the face and you wonder when you became so selfish. Is this self-involvement part of your character or is it an innate trait shared by all humans?

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