You know, a guy like me is prone to rumination, obviously. But over the last 24 hours or so, there hasn't been way too much of that, so I don't have a super awesome thing I want to write about off the top of my head. I never like it when I don't have something I'm absolutely itching to get onto the page, but this process is so lived-in at this point—the words are coming out regardless, so let's get through them, shall we? I've been blessed with more energy as of late, and finding ways to not channel that into anxious rumination and self-destructive impulses—it's a profoundly difficult thing for a guy like me. Not to imply that I'm unique on that front in any way, but finding a life that's conducive to something healthy has been an undertaking that isn't necessarily a straightforward thing. I blame that on my ruthless skepticism; in my mind, there's always a catch, some kind of "gotcha!" that I have to avoid the trappings of lest I become a normgroid zombie. But as I've gotten older,…
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