Could there be any use to contradicting ourselves regularly?

We are all submerged in this system, and we’re all playing the game of comparison more than we’d like to admit.

For years, I would think I could keep my composure – control over what someone thought of me -, only for my trembling to betray just how little control I actually had.

As psychoanalysis fell out of fashion in the mid-1980s, psychoanalysts retreated with it.

Is it not quite late-stage capitalist to demand that my useless enjoyment be made useful?

If you too struggle with your inability to stick to your schedule or an inability to live in a routine that we’re told will turn off that voice of relentless judgement, I’d encourage us both to put down the Kool Aid.

This is a highly simplified take, naturally prone to gaps, but it might help clarify how certain ideas gain weight. Since every era begins with ‘the word’, ours is surely ‘pandemic’, which I’ll use as an exemplification throughout.