You, You..... YOU took me away from my place in litrerature...?!?

"You," as in the "you" of "the generalized other;" including "you" as the sender and recipient of electronic communications, all having the effect of ripping most possible introspection, dispassion and quiet asunder; the "you" of various, often poorly defined social obligations.... Addressing "you" collectively.... YOU weren't the ones who pried me away from my cool and soothing preoccupation with literature. But it happened, and I found myself firmly planted in that "other" world, of swirling emotions and infantile emoticons. And I lost it - lost sight of it, anyway - the POSITIVE aspect of being the bookworm. I succumbed to a certain unstated but very real form of pressure. For I had, for many many years, the incomprehensible and still not fully comprehending LUXURY of a great remove, an elite remoteness, whether I wanted to admit to that or not. But I NEEDED it then, and I still NEED it today. That calm, maybe a BIT contrived but absolutely essential objective mood. Contrived, I ask myself? And I ANSWER: that sort of artifice becomes real enough when you seek it - carefully, silently, intently. Meet me halfway there, even, and and you will BEGIN to know the "sane" me. https://books.google.com/books?id=FfdhjEhoYeYC&printsec=frontcover&dq=the+death+of+innocents+sister+helen+prejean&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCcQ6AEwAGoVChMIldzRipDwxgIVSY0NCh1OLQgN#v=onepage&q=the%20death%20of%20innocents%20sister%20helen%20prejean&f=false