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A lot of days bring a dilemma. Some glorious days are a dilemma-free zone. They start, you can think of no dilemmas. They end, and no dilemmas have appeared throughout it. Success! You knew exactly what you were doing all day! Today has a dilemma. The deadline for resolution of the dilemma, one way or another, is a good few hours away, but it is there to be resolved, so of course it's going to sit in my brain until A Decision Has Been Made. Background. A friend of mine (more of an acquaintance – as you might know, I don't really have any friends) runs a "Men's mental health talking support group", and had been mentioning, with increasing frequency, that I might like to attend one of their regular Friday night meetings to see if it was something that might help me. My immediate response, and one that as lasted for the eighteen months he has been mentioning it, was of course a resounding "No!", for a number of reasons. Firstly, I didn't think I particularly needed any help (and,…

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