I feel like I'll never take anything for granted ever again. The antecedents of my eventual disaffection seem almost trivial on reflection. Examined in exclusion they hardly seem noteworthy, but somehow each combined to create one deadly Molotov cocktail of I can't take this shit anymore. Alienation was rife. I was ready to declare myself Marxist and begin a revolution. I was ready to go postal. *Primal Scream* GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
I'm no mathematician, but sometimes in life you get addition by subtraction. Bruce Lee used to say "Strip away the unnecessary. Take what is useful, dispose of what is not, add that which is uniquely your own." Ever get the feeling that you're too old to waste time doing shit that you don't want to do. I'm 31 and I'm already having a mid-life crisis. That job was not helping. Then again it did give me this wonderful sense that if I could get through that difficult period of my life, I could get through anything. I had to wonder though if I can get through anything, then why prolong this suffering longer than necessary, let's try something else.