I was just reading in someone's lj about a gathering I've never heard of to which people I like go. So I started having the awful left-out-all-alone feeling then I told myself it was a stupid thing to do. Regardless of the social circumstances, I don't believe wallowing in misery has any use. Then I changed my mind and decided to confront the feelings. I wallowed until I got to the point where I died in a car crash and the person I felt most hurt about adopted my cat and it just got too silly. I was able to let go at that point. I don't know if that kind of thing is useful or hurtful. Am I letting something out? Would it have been better to stop at the start? Minds are weird.