I like to phrase my rebirth as a dramatic circumstance in which I executed the previous me and buried his body in a shallow ditch to usurp his life and live it in a more respectable manor, but the actual practice of the affair was watching School of Life on YouTube and drinking less soda.
Were it not for my kid and later my spouse, I’d likely be a domestic terrorist at this point and I’m looking into therapy again to cope with the feeling of powerlessness that comes from having the skills to be a problem and also having enough to lose that I can’t risk it. It’s the only thing this life has brought me that I’m genuinely unhappy about.
Yeah.
I like to phrase my rebirth as a dramatic circumstance in which I executed the previous me and buried his body in a shallow ditch to usurp his life and live it in a more respectable manor, but the actual practice of the affair was watching School of Life on YouTube and drinking less soda.
Were it not for my kid and later my spouse, I’d likely be a domestic terrorist at this point and I’m looking into therapy again to cope with the feeling of powerlessness that comes from having the skills to be a problem and also having enough to lose that I can’t risk it. It’s the only thing this life has brought me that I’m genuinely unhappy about.