After years of not following up on the manga, despite starting sometime during highschool, I went by my local library and got volumes 5-9, and just finished a few hours ago.

To say the least, it had me laughing, it had me squealing, and it had me a little down. Reading it took me back to a time when I cared more, and in turn, I put out more creative energy. It reminded me of a time when I talked with more people, when I was involved with more people, and when I was in the thick of what could have been. I cheered for the characters, and I laughed at their reactions. I watched a man settle for less simply because he knew he couldn't get what he wanted, and that depressed me.

To see some of these characters so fleshed out in my mind, only more so because of my own experience in the lives of others, made me long for the faces of those who I haven't seen or talked with in ages.

It made me reflect upon my own flaws and ego, and my repeated mistakes and my guard. My lack of happiness and my libido.

I've deprived myself of the world and people by pushing them away. Opportunities ruined by self-destruction.

I am NEET, and I revel in it not.