Watch this clip:
See that little white ball? See what it's doing there?
That's me.
I am bouncing back and forth, letting myself get smacked from one side to the other, seemingly 173 times per minute.
I feel one set of feelings, I draw one set of conclusions, then WHACK! I'm feeling a different set of feelings and drawing a different set of conclusions. Then WHACK! I'm back to the other side. And WHACK! And WHACK! And WHACK!
I think I'm whacked. In fact I think I'm wiggity-wiggity-whack.
If a table tennis ball had nerve endings and the capacity to grow weary of its plight, I think I could relate a bit to how it would feel.
For the record, it isn't especially pleasant.
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