So if there is a slight extremeness, well, put it down to the aforementioned insecurity trap. When you're depressed, nothing is working. So it maybe makes sense (to me anyway) that when one finally gets functional again, one might go into high-speed hyperdrive just to make up for lost time.
Silly thought in the bathroom: Hunting for clip to put my bangs out of the way so I could wash my face, saw one of the small spider-clippies but chose not to use it 'cause it was black and looked way too much like a frickin' real spider, not at all something I want to (intentionally!) put in my hair.
So I fished around some more, thinking how I have a whole drawerful of unwanted hair accessories because in the world of womens' hair clippies, one has to buy a whole bunch of something one doesn't want in order to get something one does. Which is a fairly common compromise to have to make, I guess.
Immediately leaped to mind (given current frame of thought) the notion of dysfunctional relationships and how we get trained by them to accept things that are bad for us as part of our internalized definition of so-called love.
But, hey, guess what - it's frickin' everywhere, man, this pestilential poison of unwantedness. In fact, one might say it's the engine that runs capitalism, and that capitalism, in and of itself, is one, big, gigantic abusive fucking relationship. Especially in light of the most recent machinations/tomfoolery/bullshit our gubmint and some high-profile major institutions have been pulling.
Anyway... as always, it all hooks together. Universal field theory and all that.
Who was that little guy, Ozymandias (college beginner lit class, very vague memory), who asked his wise dudes to come up with something to write over the doorway of his tomb that would always be true, and here's what they came up with:
This too shall pass.
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