...if you want to experience (vicariously, at least) my total meltdown. It's not far off.
There is something cruel about being forced to learn that the things you believe and have worked for are essentially meaningless, that the beliefs you grew up with count for nothing.
The world has shifted off its familiar axis, and I'm not sure I can adjust to the new reality. Worse, I'm not sure I want to.
If nothing else, perhaps I can provide a little entertainment on my way out.
I'm not yet ready to tell the Rest of the Story (as Paul Harvey says), but I'm damn close. Another day or two of the current situation ought to be enough to wipe out my reticence.
Even a dinosaur is entitled to a final defiant roar before extinction, you know.
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I never figured out the old reality. Is the new reality really different?
Some people manage to work with the old or the new. Lots of them seem like good souls. I'm not one of them.
Let's don't all have a meltdown. We have to hold each other up!
I'd really rather you didn't have a meltdown. Although the oil might help to reduce our dependence on foreign supplies, the time it takes for you to filter down to the local pools is too long. I'll never get to see the benefits.
Much better if you hang in there, and do what it takes to survive. "Rage against the dying of the light." I like having you here, and now.
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