I haven't seen any real J. Alfred Prufrocks at Gunderson as far as I know. I don't know everybody well enough to talk about what they believe or what their outlooks on life. Where I used to live, though, there were several of them. The people were usually depressed, never motivated to do anything, and had the hardest time with self-esteem that I'd ever seen.
Honestly, I can't understand those people. I've never had self-esteem issues. It's not that I'm arrogant; I'm not the best and I know it. I've just never been depressed by the idea of waking up and being me. People who are shy, quiet, and unconfident are the people I cannot empathize with, because I have never really felt their pain. The only guess I can venture for why they never really fall in love is that people can't fall in love with people who can't learn to love themselves. J. Alfred Prufrock's problem is that instead of looking at what he has and being grateful for it, he looks at what he doesn't have, what he's lost, and what he's going to lose, and he despairs.
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