No. Fucking. Pressure. But that's good. I kind of like pressure. I like pressure in the sense that I like knowing that holyfuckingshitsomeonethinksthataboutme. It's kind of a weird thing to be told, you know? Startling. I feel like a festering pile of shitscum. What the fuck do you mean I am inspiring? Do you know how lazy I am?
That's the thing. People who are inspirational are people with broken compasses. They are people who are not capable of being rational. This is both good and bad. When you think back to those caveman-ish sorts of days... frequent adrenaline bursts were part of life. They were mandatory. We no longer live in that kind of world. But as animals we haven't evolved. Our society doesn't have good outlets right now that function in a constructive way.
I need more adrenaline in my life. I'm not sure how to get it.
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