Well I do see why. I end up suffering the inane blabber of certain people in my life because it would be too inconvenient to escape it. I would have to really go out of my way. So in the end I guess it's still my fault because I could choose to go live in the woods or something and I don't, because I have other things I want beyond survival and solitude. I'm aware that in this life there's no possible way to get away from suffering fully and forever, other than the options involving ropes or bridges, but man does it continue to sting just as bad throughout the years. You don't develop a tolerance, or at least I haven't