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Joe Rose become obsessive Jed Perry is believed to have an obsession with Joe Rose, which may be deemed as unrequited love. Jed suffers from ‘de Clérambault’s syndrome’, a delusional disorder that typically involves a person who wrongly believes that another person is in love with him or her. The latter person mentioned tends to be older and of higher social status. The de Clérambault’s syndrome is also known as Erotomania. What is striking about Erotomania is that the subject (Jed) sees patterns and signals from the love object (Joe) and creates an environment around him and his love object.  Still, there are some reasons that may confirm that to some extent Joe also has an obsession with Jed.  To begin with, an accident occurs when Joe and Clarissa, his girlfriend, are enjoying a picnic after not having seen each other for six weeks, marking the starting point of the story. A hot air balloon falls from the sky, and Joe and others, people who are around, try to help a kid tra...

¿Por qué nos gusta ver el lado bueno de las personas? ¿Por qué cuando descubrimos algo que seguramente nos va a herir pensamos que estamos equivocados? No necesito ser auto-referencial, todos tendemos a pensar que estamos equivocados, que seguramente estamos confundidos y que existe otra explicación. Por ejemplo, cuando nos enteramos o descubrimos que nos engañan, en un primer momento decimos: no, me estoy equivocando, debe haber otra explicación (?) Y en el fondo sabes que no la hay, que es así como se dieron las cosas. Y ¡Lo que cuesta aceptarlo!   Esto que menciono, se basa en un hecho real y lo que remarque atrás fue la reacción de muchos de mis amigos y mía también...  Supongo que se relaciona con esto... cuando se termina una relación, lo primero que hacemos es buscar la culpa en nosotros mismos cuando al final, la culpa es compartida en una relación, (la culpa no escapa a este tipo de situaciones tampoco eh) aunque a veces de manera inocente creemo...

That was hours after my last post: About my birthday... 1) As usual I didn't celebrate it much, for me it doesn't mean "happiness". 2) I don't enjoy getting older . 3) I find it so boring. 4) Every year it becomes worse. 5) Every year less people congratulate me.   I'M PLEASED THAT IT IS JUST ONCE A YEAR. After my birthday... February comes quickly. Well... I don't have a lot to say. I'll summarise it.  First of all... 1000 days had passed since I opened my twitter account. Congratulations to me ? Maybe I don't deserve them. Today I'm not going to sleep well, not only I don't want to but also, they will not let me sleep.  Yeah, I must admit that my neighbourhood is a completely disaster! And I started to abhor this place a few years ago.New neighbours sometimes means... new troubles. "The bad boys" if I could call them that way, they're forbidding me to sleep, and they're rising in numbers, first they w...

TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madme...