It may seem like we're too damned busy to take care of ourselves, much less the world, but I don't believe it. I've worked with too many people in their 20s through their 60s whose lives are still run by some phantom of their parents, even if their parents are now bones in a crypt.
Using denial as a means of dealing with all of this is like paying off debts with credit cards. And one might ask: what are we gonna do? What can we do?
Maybe we can have an honest conversation.
Or go back to watching Game of Thrones. I hear there's gonna be a hot new rape scene in the next episode.
Sin cera, Eric Francis
