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Sometimes you just feel bad. That’s normal, right?

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Things aren’t always good. Sometimes there’s a little bit of kind of fucked up stuff going on and it’s just natural to get kind of down about it. Sometimes, though, it starts to be like a greased pole you’re trying to hold on to and it takes on its own momentum.

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I don’t want to overstate it. I am an unreliable narrator.

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You’ve been warned.

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Maybe it’s staying in a motel for a week does it. Maybe it’s only a clear-eyed realism that sweeps over you. Maybe it’s the devil disguised as clear-eyed realism. Maybe it’s laziness or poor moral fiber. Or a lack of dietary fiber. Wrapped up in it, I can’t see through the fog.

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