And then it’s never enough right? When it gets there, to that point…to that boiling, hissing point, to that aggression and obsession and depression and apprehension filling up every every nook and cranny of your mind point, well, nothing is ever enough.
Not an hour or a day or a weekend, not a drink or a hot soak or a massage. Not a sensory deprivation tank or a fucking blowjob will provide you with the distance, peace and clarity you need to be just…okay…just truly sustainably productively fine.
What do you do when it gets to the point when you need the recreational equivalent of a full frontal lobotomy?