What I do know is that I need to take care of my living space. I do not want someone taking care of it for me. It makes me feel guilty that i don't do it myself, and thats assuming i could afford to pay them.
All this medicalized perfection does is drive me to fantasize about shooting myself in the head in front of north wing. The place where medicalized perfection can know no bounds. That's not the direction I want to go in. I want to breathe. Some aspects about the medical system make less then total sense. Perfection is overrated. I hope I haven't gone too far down that road already. I feel like a lemmings. I can't undo the past. But what I can do... is not go down that road.
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