(cont’d) …the days where my neurology does me zero favors, and it’s nothing to do with socializing and shite happenings in that department. It’s the reliably consistent collective bananasry that even though I know how/why it happens gets so heavy that it avalanches, like my subconscious has to vent the pressure. It doesn’t vent at other people. It just blows it all forward into my conscious mind, and I have to wade through it.