It makes you complacent.

Sometimes that’s good.

I quit for a while to try to get a government job. My dream job. They offered, then rescinded because of trans/Trump’s EO.

Now I don’t give a fuck. I’m sober for work, but otherwise when I’m home I’m high.

Like I can’t do anything about climate change/the fact that the president is a rapist, but I can get stoned, enjoy food that feels like it’s making love to my taste buds, make art that my fucked up brain tells me is a masterpiece and have mind blowing sex that means I don’t have to engage with conscious thought at all.