I’d love to connect with people who aren’t knock-down drag-out exhausting. I reject the idea that we’re only alive to work and hurt. This is not enough. If I’m living in the most beautiful place in the world but so dissociated with stress and unbearable pain that I can barely even see anything outside my bubble of agony, what the hell is the point? Holy forking shirtballs, THIS is the Bad Place. Where I SHOULD be happy, and glad to live in a place that’s warm with abundant fruit and dogs and flowers, absent of lots of sirens and light pollution at night, but it comes down to who’s pulling the strings of resources for basic needs. Inhospitable on account of inhumanity. The dearth of performing arts here doesn’t help. The Isle of Learned Helplessness. This was an almost fatally painful learning experience. I want more.