This is an addendum to the well-detailed explanation, and this addendum will serve as great assistance to the understanding of the complex, Babylonic confusion which is why I didn't "go out with Liz".
When Liz asked my friend, Aaron, to tell me, that she wanted to go out with me, because Liz was too shy to do it herself, I thought, "Well, if she is too shy to ask me herself, then I won't go out with her".
Now there are detailed explanations to how I prove that psychiatric medicine gave me that faulty reasoning, as Anti-Depressants are well-known and well-documented to cause suicide, well, suicide means self-loathing, self-hate.
Since that is such a case, what this means:
One would infer that I was "Rejecting" Liz and not going out with her. But it is more clear, in a deeper understanding of the situation, that I was "Rejecting Myself". Because of the self-hatred that comes from psychiatric drugs as a result of side-effects, I was "Rejecting Myself", in not allowing myself to be loved by others, in not loving myself, I was not allowing others to love me.
So, in conclusion, I wasn't rejecting Liz, but rejecting myself, in the long, strange, confusing and demonically arcane ordeal that is psychiatric pill abuse.
When Liz asked my friend, Aaron, to tell me, that she wanted to go out with me, because Liz was too shy to do it herself, I thought, "Well, if she is too shy to ask me herself, then I won't go out with her".
Now there are detailed explanations to how I prove that psychiatric medicine gave me that faulty reasoning, as Anti-Depressants are well-known and well-documented to cause suicide, well, suicide means self-loathing, self-hate.
Since that is such a case, what this means:
One would infer that I was "Rejecting" Liz and not going out with her. But it is more clear, in a deeper understanding of the situation, that I was "Rejecting Myself". Because of the self-hatred that comes from psychiatric drugs as a result of side-effects, I was "Rejecting Myself", in not allowing myself to be loved by others, in not loving myself, I was not allowing others to love me.
So, in conclusion, I wasn't rejecting Liz, but rejecting myself, in the long, strange, confusing and demonically arcane ordeal that is psychiatric pill abuse.
