We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.
It's depressing when someone tells me (and by 'someone' I also mean social media) to take a long, hot bubble bath as a temporary balm for anxiety or misery. My bath is full of junk, because it has no hot water and neither I nor the Penguin could ever be bothered siphoning the hot water from the sink to generate a hot bath and neither of us can get it together to deal with the junk so the bath seemed like a decent place to stash it. We pay rent for a two bathroom flat and don't have two usable bathrooms because we can't clean the place up enough to deal with asking the landlord to do something about it. How's that for an anxiety shitstorm stirred up by a supposed anxiety solution?
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