“You’re just depressed.” But am I wrong?
“You’re overthinking things.” Really? Where’s the limit and who sets it?
“That’s just the way things are, you’re gonna have to get used to it.” I am used to it. Is that not a reason to discern, to describe, to investigate? How long are we to maintain one opinion, or none?
Don’t worry. We’re all here; we all care. We’re all… watching. You’ll get things right, no doubt. After all, there’s just one fix.
You have to be assertive, self-assured, domineering (more spur, more riding crop, more moxy!)
more tactful, sensitive, empathetic (more courteous, more caring, more moral). Nowadays the other man’s sensitivities can be myriad, you know, and you’ve got to anticipate everything.
So while you may not realize it, it isn’t questions you have, it’s a health issue. It’s not your fault. Lots of others have been where you are and come through productive, and carefree. I myself get paid to make these pronouncements.
So productivity is the end-goal of health? Of existence? Productive of what, exactly? And if it doesn’t matter, then why do my feelings? Wherefore uniformity in the things one ought or ought not to care about? Who decides? Do they have a mailing address? IS ANYBODY LISTENING?!?