A friend once told me: “Never feel responsible for anybody else but yourself.” He is now partying it up in a Brasil, living up to that mantra. I wonder how happy that makes a person, to only feel responsible for themselves. Are you capable of really loving another? Is it cliché of me to think that it’s the ultimate recipe for loneliness even when you live a life filled with friends and sex and parties? He seems to be quite pleased though, this friend of mine. But he can be a jerk in the process. He can love to a limit though he lives limitless for himself, he can hurt people but knows how to charm them back into his world. It’s an addictive quality to witness. Somehow you want to be part of this carelessness that you know doesn’t really exist. But then again, I’m the easiest to seduce into escapism.