"Misery loves company." That was the direct translation given to me by my version of Milton's "Paradise Lost" when I was a fledgling freshman, dabbling in studies of British literature. Personally I believe it to be a fitting phrase for one who so frequently indulges in introspection. One eighteenth cenutry newspaper, The Female Spectator, reported on the dangers of lives devoted solely to socializing or solely to self-reflection. According to the author of this piece, proper maintenance of the two allows one a healthier disposition. Such musings touch upon the most base of psychological traits, introversion and extraversion. While these words have drawn distinct lines in the minds of those who hear them, is it truly fair to argue that the two are indistinguishable? As Jung pointed out, in order for one to exist, the other must as well, believing that the body would contain both (such as the idea of one who is consciously feminine must be unconsciously masculine, or one who is consciously masculine must be unconsciously feminine: the animus and the anima).
Not to worry, constant reader, this is merely a musing to accustom myself to the mechanics of a blog. That, and a little late night cogitation never harmed a soul.
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