Do you often feel like no one understands you?

Today I am thinking about how we relate to one another -- what we cast out, what we keep in order to navigate a world full of others. In particular I wonder what brings on abjection -- knowing, first off, that the abject has no definable object, and understanding that it also stands in opposition to me (if I want to be analytical about it, "the I").

OK, so how do I define this so others might understand me? I think abjection is much like, oh, a food that makes you sick to eat, or the sight of blood perhaps -- something I reject, that makes me physically ill. It is something of me, but not me, outside of me, but internal and fighting to escape me. If I let it go, though, what I am collapses and what am I left with? What are you left with after vomiting and expelling everything? Abjection? It is something physical and something representative, symbolic, both at once.

All this talk works well for the first chapter I think -- at least for the beginning. Perhaps I should start with something vivid -- the violence and darkness and totality of rejection. And I will talk about my own abjection... what does it feel like to me? What does it do for me? Am I abject or am I attacked or approached by abjection? How does it come upon me? When, exactly, do I experience the collapse of meaning, and how do I know it has happened? How do I make others understand? (comment 1)