lost and alone

rainbowhawk, 2006. i'm not lost. nor am i alone. but i liked what the character sayid said to charlie in one of the later first season episodes of hit series"lost": "You're not alone, Charlie. Don't pretend to be." it reminded me of the phenomenon that scared humans create. it sounds silly out of context, but what i want to address is how easy it is to form a habit, a story about ourselves: that no one understands us, that our plight is so much different from that of others, that we are so used to being on our own-it can become a justification for isolating or not calling on others for help, OR losing trust in those who love us. if i weren't guilty of it myself, i wouldn't see it in anyone else, i suppose. it can be quite comfy (in a masochistic way?) to go into a cave to sort out my stuff. in my own cave, i would be lying if i said i also wasn't prone to sulking a bit about being there by my lonesome. but at what point does the behavior become dangerous? surely it can threaten our relationships? i know the answer for me-tell me, what is true for you, m'dears?