I'm not giving an elementary course in psychoanalysis

With only 58 pages to go, I'm feeling more and more empathetic for Holden. I'm beginning to not understand how, at this point in the novel, one can still feel so resentful and unyielding towards him. Rather, I can't comprehend how one can really not get him. There are plenty of characters throughout fiction (and of course, in real life) that we dislike, but we get them all the same. Holden is not, I should think, so different from most adolescents.

Or am I just overestimating human nature? I am plenty aware of how self-righteous I sound when I say this, but are most people just so oblivious to the psychological patterns of the depressed/mentally unstable and introverted? Even as an frequent extrovert myself (although according to this article, maybe I have defined the boundaries of psychoanalysis, for I can indeed be productive in thought when alone, just as I am in company) it is not so hard to understand the workings of Holden. Clearly, there is more to meets the eye with him. And no, I am not going to say that he seems rude at first but is caring underneath, and that he still thinks about Allie often, blah blah blah. That's all obvious; that's standard character dissection.

I fear, though, that if I am to examine his character in depth now, this entry will become an epic, and possibly a controversy (for the frustration for mankind that I share with Holden will surely come through.) But maybe that's it; I feel so defensive because I am seeing so much of myself in Holden. So, to be frank (with you, and myself), a character study would be a façade for a self evaluation, and I do not think that I want to expose myself like that so publicly.

So, I'm at a bit of a loss right now. After thinking about things to say, points of make, about the story, I have concluded that all of it will just lead to what I've just stated I do not want to discuss. Maybe, for my next update, I'll be able to get off my high-horse and write up a proper Catcher entry. For the moment, I can think of nothing useful or relatable.