Re: Lonely and depressed over the summer...
When I was younger I felt terrific communion with Dostoevsky, Schopenhauer, Bellow, Kafka, Nietzsche, King, and Faulkner; communion to such a degree that I could finish their next three sentences before glimpsing the next page; this kept existential loneliness pretty much at bay; most of the foregoing authors (incidentally?) heavily employ introverted intuition. My father jokes that I'd be the only smiling man in prison, left alone with books, unearned food, and silence. Since that ostensibly insular time, however, I have branched out and become closer to my friends and family; now I just try to pick my socializing opportunities with care while cherry picking involved personnel, to the extent that such specialization is tactfully feasible. There are venues, like loud concerts or public pools, which I simply refrain from these days, because they fail to serve me. The old maxim know thyself is beautiful for its widely inclusive applicability. Life is basically harder, more dicey, and less fulfilling when it's constantly a guessing game as regards what makes one happy, who one is, who one complements, and these things. Interacting in the flesh isn't always manically gratifying, and there are some topics which lend themselves to abstract, written discussion. Subjects like suicide or depression and this forum illustrate my point.