It Just Doesn’t Always Add Up, No Matter How Hard You Try
What happens to us when we can’t quite control what’s happening with us, and somehow it all. ends. up. running. amok? Why does it seem like sometimes we’re stuck in some alternate universe where things are complete mirror-opposites of what we know to be true?
Why does it sometimes seem like everyone else is in the “regular” world and it’s just us in the alternate reality?
Why can’t we pipe the fuck down when we should? Or speak the fuck up when we realize we’re muted? What is happening when our worlds are upside down and turned around and we can’t quite get it into order?
And that one totally fucked-up thing that we wish we’d stop doing… why can’t we stop?
It’s a travesty. We know it’s a travesty. And yet… it continues to happen.
We think we have it under control. We think it’s gonna be different next time.
It may get less pervasive. It may even mutate. But we know. We recognize it. It’s still familiar. It hasn’t gone anywhere.
And then, out of nowhere… the shit starts to slide so fast downhill… we can’t even see we’re in the middle of the mudslide. What do we do now?