I’ve discovered there are plenty of reasons why some people grow more aggressive. Instead of donating blood regularly, doctors insist on a prostate exam—two or three gloved fingers where the sun doesn’t shine. Curiously, many walk away wearing an “executive promotion” grin, as if they’d just received a senior manager badge via a digital handshake.
But I’m not vying for an executive title based on a rectal inspection. I’ve even heard whispers of an upcoming “anti-beard vaccine” to save us from this glove-filled whirlwind. In the meantime, we carry unspoken feelings—no tears, no smiles—stored like a volcano ready to erupt into a carnival of fantasies. The logic is simple:
- You comply and enjoy it: your course changes.
- You comply and cry: your course changes, too.
- You comply and smile: guess what, your course changes again.
So whether you’re donating blood, taking a PSA test, or facing the full exam, sanity demands urgency—no half measures. And please, stop biting your nails; your body has enough surprises of its own.
On hypomania: that impulse of “better to kill than be killed”—especially if your adversaries are thieves and prostitutes. In the agile paradigm, you spend $100 on a “service,” lose an hour, and that’s it. On a casual date, you pick up the dinner tab, get a smile, and maybe never look at your phone again. Both are wastes of time and money, but at least in the “professional service” you supposedly call the shots.
In the end, prostitution and casual sex follow the same script—only the former demands risk modeling. Speaking of oddities, why is Scientology still so popular? I met fanatics in Germany reciting the “Milton Method of Management.” They lumber around with books under their arms, praising some master, spouting jargon about continuous integration and Markov chains. And spam has become a perfectly legitimate practice—chains of thought packaged as essential necessities. Perfect, isn’t it?
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