Life and time fills you up to the point of bloated apathy. Another day and a whole new sludge fest. You swallow it all. The swill chokes you but you manage to keep it down. Humans hate to vomit. Feels like losing control. Maybe that’s the cure and vomiting fixes you in most cases. You walk around all gassed up. Smug confident gas bags are the norm. Confidence is one of the symptoms of this disease. The mantra starts early and creates monsters. The confident monsters of tomorrow are already swallowing the koolaid. It will end in red.