So let the endless ridicule and mockery begin ... I the prophet of iron clad individualism ... is feeling exceptionally insecure, deserted, alone, and slipping closer to Kierkegaard's 'awful precipice'. It's like standing on a ledge and seeing everything that you hate about yourself and wondering if you're sliding in. No I will not go to counseling. This is not clinical, this is experiential and as such is not a chemical imbalance problem. I think most counseling is better fulfilled by your closest of friends anyway. I want to talk to someone I trust and I know won't bullshit me, and those people are my closest friends. This is me, racked with more kinds of insecurity than I can shake a stick at. There it's out in the open ... subject to ridicule because of my arrogance and beliefs of intellectual superiority. Please, here's the place to take shots at me if you want to. I opened up a little here ... I'm not really sure why. Oh well, what's done is done.