I swear to fucking christ we're all going to go off the side of a cliff in a burning Winnebago and SOME of you are gonna be really concerned that I'm cackling; that's YOUR coping mechanism too - you're doing it because you too, are powerless to stop the fall. But you might be able to exert some sort of power over me, and that makes you feel better about your place in a world you don't really understand and you're just starting to figure out is quite hostile to you.