So, I got nudged...,
and, however much I'd love to just let it go, here's all I've got:
First, you'll have to become an emotional train-wreck waiting to happen. This involves sleep-deprivation, concern for sick loved ones, financial worries, being over-worked and under-played, physical pain as a result of your own ignorance, and depriving yourself of your most effective source of achieving "balance" due to unwanted side-effects.
Next, spend most of a day in "warp speed" mode, all the while just knowing that something dreadful is right around the corner, and throw in a dose of simple requests being forgotten, multiplying concern by a factor of..., well, a bunch. Vent a bit, mustn't crack too soon, the fun's only just beginning!
Then, taking a break from "full speed ahead: Day 2", do something so out of character that it makes you feel uncomfortable, and physically hurt someone you're walking around on eggshells with to begin with. Really, kids, this is just about the last person who deserves any more pain that you can think of.
Finally, let it all catch up with you; watch the color fade from your most recent victims' face as she slides down the wall to the floor; marvel at the sounds of suffering one misplaced slap on the ass can cause.
And flee the monstrous thing you have done, your journey to "rock bottom" complete with soundtrack by Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin.
"But, I got better!"
Or will someday...,
For now, back's better (as long as I don't abuse it), AJM's still fighting off the SARS or whatever the hell it is, and, per instruction and expected results based on past experience, said victim has been incommunicado.
Tune in next time, when I feed infants to the lions, and rig old ladies' walkers to deliver electro-shock to their pacemakers!
First, you'll have to become an emotional train-wreck waiting to happen. This involves sleep-deprivation, concern for sick loved ones, financial worries, being over-worked and under-played, physical pain as a result of your own ignorance, and depriving yourself of your most effective source of achieving "balance" due to unwanted side-effects.
Next, spend most of a day in "warp speed" mode, all the while just knowing that something dreadful is right around the corner, and throw in a dose of simple requests being forgotten, multiplying concern by a factor of..., well, a bunch. Vent a bit, mustn't crack too soon, the fun's only just beginning!
Then, taking a break from "full speed ahead: Day 2", do something so out of character that it makes you feel uncomfortable, and physically hurt someone you're walking around on eggshells with to begin with. Really, kids, this is just about the last person who deserves any more pain that you can think of.
Finally, let it all catch up with you; watch the color fade from your most recent victims' face as she slides down the wall to the floor; marvel at the sounds of suffering one misplaced slap on the ass can cause.
And flee the monstrous thing you have done, your journey to "rock bottom" complete with soundtrack by Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin.
"But, I got better!"
Or will someday...,
For now, back's better (as long as I don't abuse it), AJM's still fighting off the SARS or whatever the hell it is, and, per instruction and expected results based on past experience, said victim has been incommunicado.
Tune in next time, when I feed infants to the lions, and rig old ladies' walkers to deliver electro-shock to their pacemakers!